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.
"You have been briefed about the situation in Noser. But let me ask you, how many of you understand the severity of it?" Gael started the moment he stood in front of the soldiers. "In our long history— or let's be more specific— in your career as a soldier of the Royal Army, how many of you have experienced life-or-death situations?"
Imman, who had been ordered to contact Ingrid and Mannick and was on his way to his tent, stopped in his tracks and went to hear Gael talk to the soldiers. He hid in a nearby tent that overlooked the podium and he looked at Gael's profile in silence.