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.
In an instant, everyone in the lowest level of the castle's underground was rendered immobile. This included the automatons.
Kyran looked up and saw a white-robed man descending from above. His eyes narrowed as another image of a man in white robes intersected with the one above. Though there were slight differences, which confirmed that the man above was a different person, their bearing and countenance appeared to have been cast in the same mold.
Meanwhile, Breira, Mo, and the rest of the Legendary-level Knights also looked at the white-robed man with grim expressions. All of them possessed high perception, yet they failed to sense the white-robed man's arrival. This fact alone was a testament to the latter's strength.