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.
Transmuter
The man lifted Kyran with his right hand. On his left, a light-brown magic array appeared and circled on his fist.
"For the Conclave!"
Suddenly.
"Humph," Kyran sneered.
Focusing the Regis's body tempering technique on both his legs, Kyran hooked his good arm on the man's forearm and hoisted his body, and then he simultaneously aimed his left leg at the man's temple.
"Wha-guh!"
Because the man believed he had overpowered Kyran, he could not react in time and was hit.
He tilted to the side, and his grip on Kyran's head loosened.
Kyran took this opportunity and climbed the man's forearm. His broken arm protested under his weight, but he held his breath and ignored the pain as he rotated in midair, then delivered a dropkick on the man's head.