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.
Since Gael's domain could offset his Void magic's nothingness nature, Kyran decided to use Draconic magic instead.
After all, Draconic magic does the job far better than Void magic when talking about forcefully destroying something.
Imman's scalp turned numb after seeing Kyran's punch that seemed to hit 'air' but still managed to destroy the ground beneath. Such power was simply impossible.
Usually, people who could produce such destructive strength had large frames and bulging arms that looked as firm as steel. But even they had to land their fist on a solid object before releasing a destructive force.
However, Kyran— though he was not precisely skinny — his body was nothing like those people.
A good example was Sigma from the Blacksmith Order. With his large frame, if he stood beside Kyran, the latter would appear small. Nevertheless, the power Kyran's skinny-looking arms produced was packed with destructive force, which was logically impossible.