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.
Tower of the Ancients
One of Leif's people greeted them upon their arrival. Afterward, her guests were escorted to the grand hall while Leif and Kyran went to the patio leading to the villa's side garden.
Shaiha could not help but snort inelegantly when she noticed Leif's familiarity around the villa.
[For someone who hasn't explored her newly bought villa, she looks very at home and familiar with it.]
Kyran's brow twitched inwardly at Shaiha's remark. He did not understand why she had to say her thoughts aloud inside his sea of consciousness.
True Void would rant in his head, yes, but he rarely shared his internal monologue.
It made Kyran wonder if Shaiha was doing it on purpose to spite him or something.
Leif's people had already prepared the villa's patio. A tea set was placed on top of a round marble table that could seat four people.