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.
Powerful Purple Flames
"TYR! YOU DARE!" Ernst growled. He ignored the pain inside his body after the backlash and rushed toward the mezzanine.
Hanes and the three elders also ran, with the former being the closest. He took out a pill from his storage ring and popped it in his mouth while brandishing his axe to the side. Three different-sized magic arrays circled the axe's shaft and wind magic gathered around it. With a loud grunt, he jumped to the mezzanine, further aggravating its already cracked glass floor.
"I'll kill you!" Hanes roared and raised the axe above his head while running toward Kyran.
Hanes's arrival also shook Mimi out of her shock. She turned and summoned a one-meter radius yellow-green magic array right beneath Kyran's feet.
However, Kyran ignored them. A dark purple rune appeared right before Eoin's forehead.