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 moment the young talents of the dragon tribes in the arena heard the start of the match, their magic pressure exploded.
The whole arena shook from the concurrent explosion of magic pressure. Its combined force threatened the destruction of the barrier that protected the audience from stray magic attacks or collision aftershocks once the match started.
Thanks to the enhanced array formation, any potential leakage of pressure was prevented, ensuring the safety of everyone outside the arena. The expansion formula, despite the overwhelming combined pressure, kept the audience at a safe distance from the arena's edges.
Before any young talents could fully adapt to the suffocating magic pressure that accumulated around them, they had already moved and dashed toward Kyran.
Kyran calmly watched the approaching talents.