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.
New Laws (4)
'I thought you said it would not devour me because of my identity. But what you said just now makes me think it would have done that if I did not have enough magic energy.'
[Let me ask you a question: how would the vortex know your identity if you did not have enough magic energy?]
Meaning the vortex identified him through his magic energy.
'That's fair,' Kyran agreed with a slight nod. 'But... Do you have to regard that vortex as if it has a life of its own?'
Even as he said it, he paused and recalled how he would also refer to automatons as if they were alive after they birthed their own sentient. This made him want to retract his words. But before he could, Shaiha had already responded.
[Because that is the truth of The Realm.]
Kyran frowned again, not because Shaiha's statement could open the 'The Realm' topic again, but because of what they implied.