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.
The Message
Even without Cyneah voicing her thoughts, Kyran could almost hear her say she did not want to be left behind again. He understood her sentiments and, surprisingly, rather than feel guilty once more from suddenly leaving her in Somuli, or frightened by the dangers that would come their way if he did bring her along, he felt happy— fortunate, even.
Knowing someone would want to stay with him regardless of the dangers filled him with a deep sense of gratitude. This was especially true with Cyneah, whom he initially wanted nothing to do with the first time they met.
"Transmission scroll can only take two people at most," Aillos said, looking at Kyran with a slight frown. "But this scroll... rather than tweak it a little... you changed it into something completely different."