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.
Overbearing
Kyran's wooden staff appeared on his hand as soon as the female announcer declared the start of the match. A loud yet soft hum shook the arena when the staff's tip hit the ground.
The audience from the gallery widened their eyes after sensing a powerful aura emanating from the staff. There was a difference between the latter's aura from Kyran, making them believe that the staff might have started to form its spirit!
How was it possible? Normally, a weapon would only form its spirit after being used by a single mage for several decades.
Clearly, Kyran was not more than twenty years of age. How could his staff form its own spirit? Even if he started using his staff at the age of eight or ten, a decade was not enough to master and advance his staff's level!
Several different-sized light golden arrays circled the wooden staff's shaft, with five of the larger arrays converging around the bottom.