Legacy of the Dark Sage
When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
Lament Of The Souls (2)
Kyran opened his eyes and tilted his head above. He already felt the girl woke up even before he did. Seeing how still she was, Kyran guessed she might be listening for any movements around her.
'Did she think I'll leave before she wake?' He wondered.
He could not blame her, though. After what her uncle had done, he understood her worries.
Kyran did not dwell on it and just said, "We'll leave in five minutes. I'll put out the fire."
He stood up and went over to the fire that had gotten small due to the reduced wood. After examining the woods, Kyran determined that he had rested at least three hours.
"Okay," the girl replied with a short nod.
The two of them tidied up and left without much suspense.
Kyran planned to warp them out of the Valley of Morte once they reached the cave's entrance. He did not want to waste any more time in the valley by walking.