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 was surprised to hear the Saint's double call out to him. He did not want to heed her plea, but reason stopped him.
No matter how you look at it, he was still an outsider in this war. He had to take responsibility if he did his own thing and slaughtered the retreating enemies.
The question was: Would he take the responsibility?
That was right.
The question did not start with a could because he could. But he would not. He was not here to stay and had no plans to meddle too much with the Somulians internal affairs. He was only here for Cyneah and her alone.
To be honest, he could take her back at any moment. But he knew she would not agree to leave because of the Eidum's situation. She was already attached to them and would never leave them when they suffered like this.