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.
You're Annoying
"Besides," Kyran faced them and continued, "If I can have others do it, I will not stress myself over it."
Then he lightly tap his storage pouch as three silhouettes emerged from within and appeared behind him.
What greeted them were three 'people' wearing black robes.
"These three are my puppets," Kyran told them, in a tone that sounded as if he was only introducing his friends.
"Those are puppets?"
It was unsure who said it aloud since all of them had thought the same thing in complete shock. After all, the only ones who had seen Kyran's puppet had been Malek, Noir and Sigma.
The other council members were told about the puppet to ensure they were on the same page regarding its history. They were all surprised but not overly invested in the idea. Their complacent attitude stemmed more from the fact that they had not seen it in person or in action. Most of them imagined an ordinary puppet with human limbs and a head to give it a human shape.