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.
Armak and Breira led the way to the castle's underground section.
Similar to the path that led to the Throne Room, the castle's underground had several turns. They would at times go down a few levels and then go up the next second. If Kyran had no good sense of direction as well as bearing, he would probably wonder if they were truly going underground or above.
Soon the path darkened, prompting Armak and Breira to summon their Divine Armaments and use their natural glowing aura, to light the way. They did not need the light to see their surroundings because they were quite familiar with the castle's underground section, but they took into consideration their new Master's ability to see in the dark.
Sensing the intentions of the two, Kyran telepathically talked to them, 'It's okay. You can unsummon your Divine Armaments. We can't let Aran know we're coming.