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.
Mark Of Ruin (1)
With furrowed brows, Kyran hoisted his body with the support of both arms. His arms had not fully recovered, but because his senses were still a little numb, he did not feel much pain from the strain he placed on his arms while supporting his upper body.
True Void sensed Kyran's pain. He immediately deployed a few shape-shifting plates from the bottom of the floating island he had transformed into and covered Kyran's arms.
"T-Thanks," he muttered almost inaudible gratitude and tried once more to get up.
With True Void's assistance, Kyran finally managed to sit cross-legged, after which he closed his eyes and felt his magic cores. After confirming that the stirring of his magic cores earlier and the tower sealing them again had not left any long-lasting damage, he began to circulate his magic energy throughout his body.