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.
Kyran stared at the magic array with a thoughtful expression. He appeared somewhat calm, but his emotions were in complete disarray internally.
Knowing that the magic array was made by his predecessor, some of the questions he had from the moment he arrived in this place flashed in his mind:
'What is this place?'
'Is it a place the tower 'created' or somewhere else?'
'If it is somewhere else, where exactly?'
Now, there were additional questions added to these, and they were:
How did an array his predecessor created be in this place? How did he make a magic array that functioned similarly to an array formation? If the tower created this place, did it mean his predecessor also went there and was transported here to train? If this place was somewhere else, how did his predecessor end up here?
Kyran closed his eyes before rubbing the bridge of his nose.