Legacy of the Dark Sage
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.
Convalesce (2)
Reporting was always a chore for tribes unaffiliated with any clan or faction. Without a representative, their leaders were personally responsible for delivering their tribe's results. In contrast, those linked to a faction relied on spokespersons to share notable successes from their respective clans and tribes.
To make matters worse, far too many tribes did not join any clan or faction, which resulted in them taking up too much time on the first agenda.
That had been the case with the previous conferences. This time, it was slightly different.
To be honest, The Emperor could have devised a solution to address these tribes. However, he never cared about them before, so he did not bother. There were moments when he skipped their turn in reporting.