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.
Miscalculation (5)
One after another, the crowd waiting outside the tent entered. The combat mages assisted them as instructed by the Crepuscule representative.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Leif could not help but mutter as she watched the crowd stream inside the tent.
"Hm..." Alta agreed with a slight nod.
Kyran remained silent. His expression was also unreadable, and they could not guess his thoughts.
Except for Cyneah.
Cyneah said nothing, but she tugged Kyran's sleeves as if to get his attention.
Feeling the tug on his sleeves, Kyran looked at Cyneah and plastered on a calm smile, "Let's go in."
"Will it be fine?" Mira also voiced her doubt. "Just as the others said, there are no magic fluctuations or Array formations around the tent, so..."
"Array formations don't necessarily have to be visible to the naked eye," Kyran explained. "Moreover, there are formulas that can help hide and contain magic fluctuations."