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.
After hearing Cyneah's response, the gray figure, resembling a three-meter tall, lanky gray hooded mage, pulled back its head in a burst of soundless laughter. Looking at its shaking figure, it looked creepy and menacing at the same time.
The air around them shook as the mist converged toward the gray figure before scattering in several directions.
Cyneah ignored the figure as it left the hollowed space. Even when she responded to its request just now, she did not let her concentration waver even for a second. She continued to use her magic sense to maintain her connection to all the high-ranking members of the Armakea forces. It was no easy feat, especially when she had to control more than a hundred individuals at the same time.