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.
It's too bad they still underestimated the threat Kyran posed.
With the looming attack from the three automatons, Kyran remained calm and only lifted a finger. After that, the space around his finger distorted from the unimaginable power gathering on it in the blink of an eye. Then, using his thumb, he flicked that finger, sending that power streaking toward the middle automaton.
BOOM!
In a split second, the automaton's head exploded. Whirring noises followed as its metal frames and internal circuits crackled from the now severed head. Nevertheless, although it lost its awareness and directional sense, it continued to move and swung its spear at the automaton to its left.