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 found himself looking at Cyneah's sleeping face when he woke up. At first, he felt somewhat restless when he started to regain consciousness because he did not want to go through the motions of recalling True Void's departure again. But when he saw Cyneah, he was reminded of her silent presence and unconditional support throughout yesterday's ordeal. That helped him sort his thoughts and view True Void's departure more positively.
That was not to say that Kyran had little affection for True Void. Instead, he believed the latter deserved to rest after suffering for so long.
It also helped that the memories Kyran received from True Void allowed him to understand the latter's past and how it affected the situation they were currently in.