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.
With no high-ranking superior to give them orders, around 72% of the army Lira had brought chose to surrender. The remaining 28% chose martyrdom, believing that death was better than betraying the empire.
Most soldiers that belonged to the latter were part of Ingrid's force. The rest were all under Gael. It was ironic that the resolve of those under the Grand Marshal was far weaker than those under a Deputy Marshal.
Since most soldiers chose to surrender, Kyran did not go on a killing spree. He might be ruthless when it comes to dealing with his enemies, but he did not delight in mindless killing. Thus, he chose to make good use of everyone who was smart enough to surrender.