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.
I Was Not Talking About Him
The building on the training ground had two halls. On the left side, there were small to medium-sized training rooms while the right side had a huge arena.
In the arena, there was a VIP area where the council members usually watched when the Security Team held competitive matches at the beginning of the year to select the members of the Elite Team.
Malek led Haylee and the others into this room.
The room was located in an elevated section of the arena. The wall facing the arena was made of glass panels. Currently, though, it was covered by a white thick curtain.
At the center of the room was a two-meter long ceramic table surrounded by floating seat cushions.
"I've seen the layout of the Tower of Conclave from past records of the Royal Army's inspections, I must say, I was surprised to hear that you have an arena built here," Haylee said as she looked around the room.
"The arena is being used by our Security Team," Malek explained.