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.
Training Result (1)
Kyran rested for five minutes and waited for his breathing to return to normal. After that, he sat cross-legged and began circulating his magic energy again. This time he did it with utmost caution to avoid stirring the Mark of Ruin, especially with his Draconic core getting sealed again.
Once he confirmed no signs of the mark getting triggered, he placed his right hand on the ground.
'The mark appeared on my left arm because that man's attack entered from there. If that is the case, I have to avoid channeling magic energy on my left for now,' Kyran thought and heaved a sigh.
Suddenly deciding not to use his prominent arm was really troublesome. Even if he was ambidextrous, it felt as if he was missing a part of his body like this. He had to properly check the mark when he returned.