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.
The more Kyran pondered, the more he felt anxious. He did not doubt Nolan's strength, but he was up against Sovereigns. Apart from this, he had no information about them.
"Young master! Please, slow down!" Raya's call snapped Kyran out of his reverie.
As soon as the three saw the fiery ball appear, they immediately decided to go there.
Initially, Kyran wanted to warp directly to the fiery ball's location, but Myst reminded him that other factions were observing nearby. If they appeared in a location where those people were hiding nearby, the news of the new Dark Sage would really spread throughout the empire and cause an additional problem.
Kyran no longer cared about hiding his identity, but he did not want to cause unnecessary panic. With the appearance of the fiery ball, the empire was already in an uproar. If news of the new Dark Sage's appearance added into the mix, his enemies could also pin this incident on him and add fuel to the fire.