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 roars of lightning continued to fill the air as Kyran made his way to the Tower of Tribulations.
Kyran was only thirty meters away from the tower a few minutes later. At this time, he realized the entrance to the tower was not in the direction he had come from.
Kyran walked around the tower's vicinity to look for the entrance with a slight frown. All this time, he had been protecting his ears from the roars of the lightning circling the tower's facade. If not, his brain would have turned into a mash, and he had not even started the actual training. That would have been a sad ending to his life.