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 Done Yet
Though time had gradually returned in Somuli, most inhabitants had yet to have their time returned. Only those with high mage levels recovered their awareness, although they could only glean a little of what transpired. The few outsiders who did not participate in the confrontation in Armakea were also left confused.
Nevertheless, one thing all of them knew was that something big had happened.
There were two apparent reasons they believed this.
One was the falling golden runes in the sky that had yet to vanish, and last, but certainly the most apparent reason, was the colossal black and dark purple silhouette in the sky that emanated a frighteningly powerful aura that should not have been possible for any mage in Somuli to exude.