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.
Kyran entered Hanaan without any problems. He did not even bother to wear the hood of his windbreaker and just made his way to the town's market area.
Upon arriving at the busy street, he recalled the path leading back to the inn where he left Cyneah. As he walked along the street, he looked at the side stalls and came across some fresh fruits.
Remembering how skinny Cyneah was, Kyran bought some and placed it into his pouch. It was only then that he realized that though he still had some food in his pouch, he did not have fruits. While his food stock was good enough to replenish his stamina, it was always good to have fruits now and then.
With this in mind, Kyran bought more for additional stocks. Since the pouch could preserve food, he was not worried it would go bad.
After a few minutes, he finally arrived at the inn.