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.
"Tsk," Kairo spread his arms. Red magic arrays circled his forearms. A red translucent arc-shaped barrier appeared, shielding his sides and front. He crossed his arms across his head and braced himself. The red translucent barrier blocked the incoming bouche shields.
An explosion occurred upon contact, the force of which sent Kairo crashing down to the ground. Before hitting the ground, he summoned small red magic arrays that appeared on his palms. He aimed his palms downward, shooting off whirling flames to break his fall.
The moment Kairo regained his balance, he changed direction and flew toward Styx. He sped at an unbelievable speed with the help of the flames shooting off from his palms.
Styx was not idle either, as soon as his shields got blocked, he summoned a fifty-meter wide dark brown magic array on the ground. He spread his arms as soon as Kairo changed direction and went after him.