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.
Nolan appeared inside the Regis's main house's Throne Room. There, he found Aron seated on a high back chair with a look that said he had been waiting for Nolan's arrival.
Nolan was not surprised, though. As the Human plane's Sovereign, he was aware of what got Aron on edge, which could also be considered a non-internal issue of the plane alone. For this reason, Aron expected Nolan to drop by any moment since the issue happened.
"I could only vaguely sense it, even with my current position. But I suppose it has something to do with that place not originally part of this plane. Can you tell me more about what happened?" Nolan asked, not bothering with formalities but remaining respectful nonetheless.