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.
Even with all the commotion happening around her, Cyneah ignored it all and focused on what she set out to do. Casting and maintaining an active spell was no easy feat. Even more so when one planned to cast a complex active spell. Because of this, Cyneah had to give her full attention to every Soul Rune she summoned.
"Focus on the Saint! Stop what she was doing!"
The elder with the bell Divine Armament ordered the others inside Malek's domain once more, even though he saw the two female elders had just been dealt a huge blow after their Divine Armaments exploded.
The two female elders could not help but glare at him. They knew what they had to do, but what could they do with a damaged Divine Armament?