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.
Even as the idea crossed his mind, Kyran rejected it. He did not want the Guardians to know his movements in Somuli.
Besides, he only agreed to be their consultant— a third party. Thus, asking for their help meant asking for their favor, and he wanted to avoid that. A spy might be amongst the Guardians, too. If Flos sent that spy and they got wind of the reason he went to Somuli, chances that they would come after the Saint was high.
In any case, Kyran knew his business in Somuli would not be a secret for long. But before that, he had to confirm the identity of the Saint.
Which led him back to finding an identification as soon as possible.
Suddenly, he thought of an idea— a somewhat crazy and reckless one.
If Nolan had been there, he would have approved it— not his mother, though. Because if it did not play out the way he intended to, he might end up getting sent to the gallows.