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.
After the trip to the Tower of the Ancients, Kyran's Array Knowledge improved by leaps and bounds. If not for this, he would not have been able to come up with a new array formation that reused the intact formulas on Coelus's corpse's damaged seal.
Although the greatest factor that allowed Kyran to draft that new array was that the seal's creators were the Ancients, it was still a testament to how much he had improved in that field.
During the three days that Kyran journeyed with Leif and Oceanus to the Junction Port, he dedicated himself to creating the ingredients needed in the new array formation's third and fourth phases. Even during his rest, he tirelessly worked on improving the magic items he had on hand.
The face-altering mask and his coat were examples of those items. He worked on improving them so he could move around the Higher Realm while hiding his identity.