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's expression turned grim as he looked at the human-shape crater on the ground that Gael had fallen into after receiving Kyran's 360 back kick.
Thinking back on it, Kyran was sure Gael had lost consciousness after that attack. That was one of the reason he was able to focus on Osric.
Because of Gael's condition, Kyran was able to focus on Osric.
'Did he escape again?' He wondered, recalling how Gael escaped from him back in Tracomill.
'No, that should not be the case. I can still sense my orbs engaging those strange shadow minions.'
Because Kyran's puppets were dealing with the remaining Special Ops and enemy mages, he seized the moment to analyze what had happened.
Gael's appearance was something Kyran did not anticipate. At least, he did not think Gael would appear so soon. After all, Gael suffered a lot during their confrontation in the Tracomill.