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 Smithing Competition between the Royal Army and the Conclave was scheduled for the morning of the third day. Similar to the setup in the Array Creation competition, six workstations, with three on each side, were prepared at the Courtenay Family's dome, on the half side of the 4th floor Grand Hall.
Decan, and two other blacksmiths from the Blacksmith Order were already waiting for the start of the competition. The Royal Army's representatives were also there.
The four Conclave Council Members in the venue were also present, as well as the three deputy marshals of the Royal Army.
Other representatives of the Three Noble Families were in the audience to witness the competition.
As for the Royal Family, the one in attendance was the Crown Princess. Her presence drew the attention of most people in attendance. After all, this could very well be her first public appearance.