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.
Ripple (5)
"Give my regards to that b*ttface~ I won't see you off."
With that, the fissure that led to Ruin's whereabouts closed further.
More of Deus's figure crumbled, but none of the supposed pain that should have accompanied such experience could be seen on his delicate, beautiful face. Instead, his brilliant light blue eyes glared at Ruin through the fissure with displeasure.
"You will regret this, Azazel! If the Emperor sends that person, that young man will suffer with everyone and everything he holds dear. At least, if I brought him in, they would not be harmed. I, for one, do not want to cross the Fates. But that person is different! You, of all people, should know that!"
"Ah~? That guy?"
A devilish grin spread on Ruin's face as his eyes squinted in delight, "Let him come. I have been itching to settle our scores."
"Azazel!"