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.
Oppression (7)
Gaham took a step toward the silhouette, and as he did, a powerful gust of wind blew around him and cleared the remaining cloud of smoke.
The few people nearby were forced back a few steps from the intensity of the wind. They dug their heels into the ground to stop getting pushed back by the wind, leaving more than an inch-deep mark as they went.
Gaham raised his morning star after sensing something amiss. He failed to notice it earlier because he was concerned for the princess's well-being, but now that he saw the supposed site of the explosion, apart from the earlier shockwaves, there was no indication of it on the ground. There were traces of the arrows on the ground, but they were too few compared to the multitude released earlier. Thinking back on it, the explosions at that time were a little strange. They were too few. No matter how many arrows collided that could reduce the number of explosions or residues on the ground, it still did not tally.