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.
After resting for a few hours and finding something to eat from the things they had taken from the bandits' campsite, Kyran went on his way.
The old man watched Kyran's progress through the projection orb from inside the Void World. Although he was amazed at the speed at which the latter traveled through feet, what truly shocked him was that they had not encountered any beast in the forest.
The old man did not tell Kyran about it for fear he would not agree to help, but the truth was the forest route going to the Great Divide was filled with ferocious beasts.
However, after traveling for almost a day, they only encountered the bandits.
The old man knew this incident was not about luck. Instead, he felt the beasts likely sensed the hidden danger they would encounter if they messed with Kyran.