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.
"H-How about we observe the Shaiha in your body first then plan for our next step after determining if it is safe—."
"Don't make me use the Sigil to force you to listen, Zephyr," Kyran warned, his voice sounding stern.
Zephyr flinched.
He remembered how the Sigil's mark activated when he tried to harm Kyran and did not want to experience it again. It was not that he could not bear the physical pain but the mental strain. After all, the Sigil's mark was planted in his core and could possibly rip his soul depending on the intensity of the pain.
"I..." Zephyr sighed in resignation and finally nodded, "Alright. But please be careful. You taught me about the advancement of human magic detection capability through magic devices. Those people after me may still have some installed devices nearby."
Kyran nodded and said dismally, "Don't worry about them. I took care of it."
"I see," Zephyr nodded and sigh with relief. "That's good then—."