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 Royal Army arrived at half-past twelve. Unlike the Conclave members where Millie escorted them to their quarters, each Royal Army officer went to their assigned rooms without any fuss. This information had been passed to them since yesterday, after all.
At the same time when the Royal Army arrived, most of the Conclave members who returned after walking around the Courtenay Land were gathered at the lounge and waiting for the others.
There were five attendants by the bar and while the Conclave members were not drinking, they still took this time to play a small game of billiard while chatting. Some even tried to get some information from the bar attendants. Though, what kind of information they were looking for was only privy to them.
As expected, as soon as a few officers of the Royal Army went to the lounge, an almost tangible tension filled the air.