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.
Seeing that Kyran did not plan on answering, Nahir did not get angry. He also did not leave even when Kyran's attention drifted off again. By then, Nahir had already guessed the younger man was talking to someone telepathically.
As Nahir suspected, Kyran's attention went back to Gael's report. After the latter relayed the information his shadow minion sent from the fort, he then relayed the information they gathered while locating the King's forces that went to the border.
[We could not find their trace or any movement around the border even after increasing the search range, which is why I decided to have a few of my minions check around the castle again. After rechecking, they finally discovered thin remnant traces of an array activation. Although they could not determine its formation, we believed it was a large-scale transmission array the King's army used to reach the border— or, at least, in one of the forts nearby.]