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 woman possessed a beauty that could not be defined in human words.
This sentence rang in Kyran's head as he recalled another person or being whose beauty could be said the same.
A being with glistening skin, as if they were covered in diamond dust. Her lips, the shade of coral, were lushed. Her eyes seemed to have been carved from diamonds, and the color of her scleras was the same as her pupils— light pink.
The woman looked very much like White Lily, except the color of her eyes was not light pink but faded green. Nevertheless, the resemblance was uncanny, and assuming they were related was not wrong.
Could that woman be related to White Lily and was one of the spirits that entered a different rift to take refuge during the Spirit plane's destruction?