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.
'Seems like warping more than a hundred-meter radius of land puts a lot of strain on my body, not to mention it consumed quite a lot of magic energy,' Kyran thought expressionlessly.
Previously, when he transferred the cottage to the Misty Forest, he had True Void's and the array's help. Doing it by himself was actually more energy-consuming.
However, he was not worried about draining his magic core's energy. He was careful in exhausting his magic energy because he could not actively replenish his magic cores. If he did, he would definitely attract unwanted attention from his absurd ability to absorb surrounding magic energy.
Today, Kyran did not need to be careful. Frankly, he wanted to draw as much attention as possible in a short time.
Too bad the first ones who gathered were the Noser's city guards.