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.
Solo Challenge (1)
A small smile tugged at the corner of Kyran's lips as he looked up at the spectators.
He had expected there would be spectators watching the competition. But he did not expect to be this many.
They arrived at their side of the arena and looked at the people up the balcony.
Looking at the obnoxious expressions these people had, Kyran guessed they were from the Three Noble Families.
"Tsk," a disgruntled gruff voice came in front of Kyran.
Kyran looked at the owner of the voice, before turning to look at the rest of the mercenaries. All of them wore annoyed expressions.
"This is a competition, why the f*ck are these stuck up nobles here? Do they think we are some show to pass their time?"
The one who had spoken was a seven-foot-tall buffed guy with a Skrillex reddish-brown hair, a bare top, and dark loose pants. A thick black scarf was wrapped around his neck covering half his face, giving emphasis to his sharp black eyes.