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.
As soon as Kyran saw the magic array on the ground, he activated the Regis Blessing. His eyes glowed silver as he circulated the Draconic magic in his body. Focusing his strength on his left leg, he stomped his foot on the ground.
His action was too insignificant to destroy the array, but it was enough because he never intended to destroy it. Instead, he aimed to disrupt the flow of magic energy within, thus interrupting its completion time for a few seconds.