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 Stella read the first part of the message from the slip, she did not hesitate and immediately activated the transmission array going to the entrance leading to the northwest tower courtyard.
This was the same array she used to lead Kyran to the training ground. The truth, there was another one at the front steps of the northwest tower, and it was closer to the training ground, but if she appeared there, it would draw too much attention. After all, the northwest tower was where the barracks and the infirmary were located.
Stella levitated and rushed to the building inside the training ground.
'That stupid Sigma,' she thought in exasperation while she flew directly to the room where she left Kyran. 'I said not to lay a hand on Kyran and yet!'