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.
The scene unfold before Kyran and Stella as butterfly-shaped cracks dissipated in the air. It revealed a porcelain stairway with a trailing fire on its side, leading to a medium-sized fortress suspended in midair.
Surrounding the fortress were several three-meter wide marbled cauldrons lit by deep-red flames, bringing light to its vicinity.
Three massive golden rings of Array calculation, circled the fortress in a rhythmic fashion.
Judging from the formulas included in the calculation, Kyran deduced it was a Legendary-tier Array. It was also this Array which hid the fortress from other people's sight.
"This..." Stella muttered breathlessly.
For as long as she could remember, the Tower of Conclave and its surrounding forest was the only place she knew.