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.
Kyran frowned while looking at the puppets that continued to appear from the white-robed man's magic array. Apart from them, there was another automaton that the latter had summoned, which was now working in tandem with the first automaton.
The first automaton continued to shoot concentrated magic energy beams from a distance, while the second automaton approached Kyran in a melee, using a concentrated magic energy sword. Every time the second automaton swung its sword, the space around them rippled, giving off the feeling that anything it struck would be cut in half without fail.
Kyran looked at the white-robed man, who wore a slight smile.
At that moment, the white-robed man was no longer moving around and letting his automatons and puppets deal with the enemy by themselves.