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 purpose of the joint military exercise is to assess the Conclave's 'reserves,' while also testing the extent of Tyr's combat and Array knowledge," Kyran explained.
Without giving the Conclave council members to ask questions, he continued, "The Royal Family are already aware of the Conclave's Elite Team's strength. Even if the members change every year.
"A person's progress could only go so far in such a short time, after all. If I remembered correctly, the last joint exercise the Conclave had with the Royal Army was only last year?"
"Yes," Malek replied, not masking the indignation he felt while recalling the answer provided by the Courtenay messenger when they asked why the Royal Family want to have the exercise when if they followed their normal routine, it should happen four years from now.