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.
Dimension (13)
True Void's eyes widened, watching the black and gray hand-shaped fog sweep through Cyneah and the armored mage with her. They were immediately engulfed by thick black fog when those hand-shaped fog passed them.
Following them, the fog swept through the winged automatons. Unlike Cyneah and the armored mage, however, they were not engulfed by it. Instead, the light in their eyes dimmed, and they began to crash down one after another.
Everything happened so fast that it took True Void a while to process the situation. That slight delay also caused his failure to react when the hand-shaped fog closed in on him.
Time seemed to have slowed as the hand-shaped fog drew close to True Void. Instinctively, he thought of moving out of its path. However, the voice that continued to ring in his head already had a good influence over him, making it hard for him to move freely.