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 appearance of the two mutated basilisks surprised Kyran. He only remembered letting the Chimera and Manticore into the rift, but surprisingly these two had appeared. No hostility could be sensed from them either. Kyran could even sense great elation from these two. As if they had been waiting for him, like two pets that had not seen their owner for a long time.
Seeing that these two were docile, Kyran would not hesitate to use them. As for how they ended up lurking within the rift, he would have to find the answer later. For now, he had a far more important thing to do.
A few minutes earlier, after coming out of the rift, Kyran had already used his magic sense to observe the surroundings. At the same time, he searched for Tritus's and Zephyr's aura through his Sigil. Kyran confirmed the former was not in the city.