Legacy of the Dark Sage
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.
Heaven's Fall
But that was not why Styx and Zuri were a worse possible match-up.
It was because Zuri knew Styx had a monstrous strength that compensated for his lack of powerful magic attacks.
If she were not careful, she would get caught up in his momentum and be defeated without the latter exerting an effort.
'Now then....' Zuri thought, the wry smile on her face turning impish. 'Do I proceed as planned? Or...?'
They already made contact with 'Disciple Tyr,' and further entanglement with the Mercenary Hall's people was unnecessary.
As a matter of fact, they wanted to avoid facing members of the Conclave as a whole in a match, which was why Lev told Ignis to attack the floor and force Rake— Zuri recalled his name was Rake from the information they had on them—out of the arena.