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.
The two huge oak doors opened as if beckoning Kyran to enter.
From the King of Armakea's attitude, it was possible that he already knew Filren already informed Kyran about his hidden trump card, the Automatons, and beckoned the latter to enter if he dared.
Kyran could not help but sneer at the King Aran's arrogance.
Did Aran really think Kyran would not dare fight his hidden trump card? Though Kyran did not have first-hand experience in combating Automatons he was not afraid of them.
Kyran was not afraid not because his body had undergone a huge enhancement, but because he was an Array Saint.
Automatons are products of Array and Smithing, it is not a stretch to say that someone like Kyran, who possesses both knowledge, can see through their strengths and weaknesses. If given enough time, he can get used to fighting them as well.