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.
Tower Of Tribulation (2)
Gustaff bellowed in laughter from Nolan's reaction.
Kyran, on the other hand, felt cold sweat running down his back. He looked at Gustaff in amazement, both on how he was not fazed at Nolan looking at him with daggers in his eyes and the fact Gustaff even considered he and Nolan were— err related in that way. After all, Kyran in Nar's face had nothing in common with Nolan. This burly guy had guts.
Gustaff looked at the young man behind Nolan. Earlier, he did fail to notice him because he was practically hidden from his view with Nolan's body frame. Now that he had a better view of him, he felt a little bad for this kid if Nolan planned to train him in that 'place.'
"How old are you?" Gustaff asked.
Kyran replied at once, "Eighteen."
Gustaff raised his brows and whistled, "You look older."
"That's because he's in disguise," Nolan told him.
Kyran immediately frowned and glared at Nolan, "Oi."