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.
Release
"No, don't—!" Cyneah wanted to say. But the thunderous sound of the floor's destruction drowned out her voice.
"What—?" Thorn expected the three of them to freefall to the floor below after they destroyed the one that supported them. But none of that happened.
As soon as the sound of the floor's destruction subsided, what was left of the light that lit the room disappeared, engulfing them in complete darkness. This was soon followed by the voice's gleeful laugh that reverberated around them.
"AHAHAHAHA!"
Ladon took a sharp breath as he realized what he and Thorn had done.
"No..." he muttered in frustration.
The floor they destroyed was the one the voice created through Dimension. Nonetheless, the aftershock of the Dimension's destruction caused the real mirrors outside it to shatter.
"!" Thorn stopped short as he also realized what they had done. He growled in anger and shouted, "You bastard!"