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.
Styx and his team continued sabotaging the army's supplies in every city. They had successfully infiltrated and destroyed four army storages in the east going south of the empire. After this, they went to their fifth target in the empire's southern region.
Having successfully destroyed four army warehouses, the army could no longer be complacent. They were aware that their enemies were targeting them. Still, they had yet to identify which faction was after them and could only tighten their security while dispatching people to investigate.
Some of their people went to check on the bandits, while others searched for the rebels. There was also a chance that the ones targeting them were local noble families and forces or small to medium factions. Thus, the army leaders sought their cooperation in guarding the warehouses. By doing so, they could also keep an eye on them.