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 air around Kyran crackled as he channeled his magic energy into the closest black vortex to his spot. The idea was to inject his magic energy little by little into the black vortex and allow it to adapt to it.
However, the moment his magic energy arrived at the black vortex's edges, a vacuum-like force started to suck them in.
To be honest, Kyran had anticipated the black vortex to react like that. It would not have been dangerous for him to get near it if not for the fact that it would react to the slightest movement of magic energy near it.
Kyran had this in mind when he considered the amount of magic energy he would channel into the black vortex at the start. Alas, it appeared he miscalculated the black vortex's reaction and sensitivity to magic energy, resulting in it sucking his magic energy like a huge glutton.
Its suction force was actually similar to True Void's!