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.
Under Protection
Kyran looked at Matias sprawled lifelessly on the ground with a cold expression.
Though there was blood coming out from Matias's nose and from the spot where Kyran's staff hit his head, Kyran was not satisfied.
At most, Matias suffered a mild concussion but nothing life-threatening. To Kyran, it was not enough to pay off what he did to Emmet.
"If my wooden staff is not enough, then let's use a different one," Kyran muttered. He might have said this in a low voice, but because most of the people nearby, whether they were members of the order or onlookers who were furtively observing from a distance since they were paying close attention to his every move, they were able to catch his words.
They immediately knew Kyran was not done venting.