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.
Not Against The Rules
"Tilda!" Deo and Rake shouted and sprang to their feet. Both were shocked as the momentum of Ganza's attack forced Tilda near the arena's edge.
Even the audience who were interested in watching the Alchemy Competition only was shocked at the sudden commotion and was surprised at the scene. It seemed the Solo Competition would have interesting matches today!
Tilda fell to her knees, slamming the head of her axe on the floor and using it to support her weight.
"Gah!" She spat another mouthful of blood and touched her chest where the flaming spear went through before dissipating in the air behind. She winced after feeling a one-and-a-half-centimeter-scorching hole close to her heart.
"Hmm... That attack is supposed to force you out of the arena," Ganza said loud enough for the Styx and the others on the bench could hear. "I guess I miscalculated. This arena is larger than the previous one."