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.
Seven hours before the Armakea's planned attack on the Eidum's borders, Kyran could finally summon Anan, Eikin, and Tamir. He instructed them to follow Achim's lead before returning to the Eidum's HQ.
Kyran had not fully recovered from absorbing Achim and the others, which was why he wanted to return and ask the old man for help.
The old man was not familiar with healing one's magic core. Thus, Kyran only wanted him to alleviate his exhaustion.