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 immediately understood what Ruin meant when he told him he had been played. He even knew who had played him, and everything that happened thus far started to make much more sense.
The Fates.
They manipulated everything that happened in the Blade Dancer plane, which resulted in Kyran failing to execute his plans.
Kairos mentioned that Kyran was immune to the Fates' intervention, and he had no reason to doubt the former. There had been instances where their well-woven paths were torn just from his appearance.
Of course, Kyran did not know that his supposed actions changed predetermined fates. In his opinion, he was only doing what he could to protect his people and was unaware that most of his actions succeeded because the Fates could not touch him.
That had been the case with Flos's and Obstruction's unexpected death.