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 Third One
With the beast horde trapped inside the silver-white barricade, Kyran had more options to maneuver the situation.
Currently, he was interested in winning over the burly man but had no plans on sparing the rest of the Templar Code, especially those who had hurt Zephyr. However, killing them would mean losing the chance on convincing the man to submit.
It was such a complicated matter.
Err... not really. It was only Kyran's stubbornness that made this whole situation complicated.
Kyran stood straight and looked at the burly man. Just when he was about to take a step, the man suddenly blurted something that made him stop.
"Draconic runes!" Max exclaimed in both wonder and fear when he saw the runes mixed in the silver-white barricade.
As someone who grew up in a clan that dealt with beasts, he knew almost every beast recorded in the whole world. Even the most divine ones, like the Dragons.