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 turned to look at the eight people behind him. Five of them had Fire Sprites sitting on their shoulders.
'You guys know what to do,' he communicated to them telepathically.
The five with Fire Sprites, nodded and took out scrolls.
These scrolls are called, Coordinate-based Transmission scroll that Kyran recently created. The concept is similar with the Regis's transmission scroll, but instead of using one's memory for the target destination, a coordinate is required. Another change that Kyran did to the scroll's creation is the use of the Regis blood. After removing this problematic requirement, as long as he have the materials, them he can make more of them.
After creating several scrolls, Kyran asked Slith to deliver a few to Styx.