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 frowned at what Zephyr said. He took note of the phrases 'a winner has appeared' and 'one could go to the Higher Realm.'
But he did not voice his doubts because those phrases might not mean a thing. He could only be making a mountain out of a molehill. Besides, he was getting increasingly interested in the War of the Sovereigns.
Initially, he did not care about it. But that was only because he had little information about it.
Even now, he only vaguely understood what it was all about. And from what little information he had, told him how pointless it was. Then again, maybe to those Sovereigns, fighting each other and winning planes was important.
But not Kyran.
Having a place he could call home was enough. It did not matter to him if it was on a different plane as long as his family was there and everyone he held dear.
As a matter of fact, Nolan was the same, which was why he did not accept Loar's invitation.