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.
The taste of the blood replenishing potion was different from what Kyran had anticipated. Because it had the deep red color like 'blood,' he initially thought it would taste slightly metallic. To his surprise, it tasted somewhat sour with a slight sweetness, like strawberries.
"Sit down and absorb the potion. In the meantime, allow me to examine your body's energy flow," Anette told him.
Kyran hesitated. He already knew Anette could see through his condition just by observing from afar. If he agreed to let her directly examine his body's energy flow, he was afraid she would discover the internal injuries he got after dealing with the mutated Basilisks that morning. Kyran was not worried about her discovering his injuries. He was concerned about answering the questions that would definitely follow once she found his internal injuries. Because once he answered and told her about the mutated Basilisks, he would have to say to her about Cyneah.