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 people gathered on the balcony, watching the Array Creation competition, for once, were silent. They intently watched the participants while they worked, especially Kyran, Owen, and Hamish, who were bonafide Array Specialists.
To most, this kind of event was an excellent opportunity to observe their work. If they were fortunate enough, they would gain enlightenment or learn a thing or two about Array.
Although the former was only possible if they were observing an Array Master.
Nevertheless, the three Array Specialists below were from the Blacksmith Order, not to mention one of them was Chairman Noir's disciple. They were bound to learn something.
As these thoughts occupied the minds of most people in the audience area, magic energies gathered within the participant's area as all sorts of materials were being prepared for Array.