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 turned his attention back to Noir and asked, "How about the status of the defensive array here in the Tower?"
"The truth, we encountered a small problem with the calculation and I had to revise some of the materials we will use. Doing so, we also had to add more to the list. However..." Noir turned to Vaness with a slightly complicated expression.
Seeing Noir looking at him, Vaness looked at Kyran with an apologetic smile.
He said, "The new materials needed are quite troublesome to acquire. I'm ashamed to say that it has been years since we have them in our inventory."
Malia, hearing this turned to him with a surprised expression, "Materials that even your chamber has trouble acquiring? What kind of materials are these?"