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 did not get to contemplate his thoughts because what was left of the foothold he was standing on shook violently. As a matter of fact, there were violent rumbling sounds coming from below what was remaining of the underground section.
From a distance, Kyran could see the gigantic automaton using its hands to grab inside the barely intact levels of the underground section. From its movement, it looked as if it was trying to check if Kyran was hiding there.
[Master!]
'Armak!' Kyran recognized the voice that called out to him, who coincidentally crossed his mind just then. 'Are you and Breira safe?'
[I'm sorry, Master. Breira and I decided to split up after arriving at the room with a teleportation array that led directly to the underground section's lowest level.]