Legacy of the Dark Sage
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.
His Destination
When the other council members left the conference hall, Stella requested a few minutes break. She also summoned refreshments for everyone.
Kyran took one glass of water and finished it in one go. It was never his nature to lead a discussion, so talking for a long time made him thirsty. When he led a team during their yearly outdoor training or joint activities in military school, their briefings were short. If his members did ask questions, it was only a question or two.
Kyran also still felt a little faint from when his magic had a strange episode. He ignored it while he led the discussion, but the fatigue overwhelmed him now that they were on break.
He silently thanked Stella for requesting a break. He was not an idiot to not notice that she did it for his sake.