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.
Having the assistance of the Crepuscule Clan and the Merck Clan— the merchant clan that Ruin took in—helped expedite all the remaining construction in the Blade Dancer Clan's new stronghold.
Calling it the Blade Dancer Clan's stronghold was no longer applicable since they were not just the Blade Dancer any more. However, Kyran never said anything about the name of their new force, so they could only call it the way they had.
In Kyran's defense, he did not consider having a name for their new force a top priority. In fact, even the plane where they built their stronghold remained 'unnamed.'
Nevertheless, Kyran might not be interested in naming their new force or the unnamed plane, but the others around him did not share the same sentiment.
With Zigor at the helm, he asked the other clan elders and house leaders to share their ideas.