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.
Kyran stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window in one of the rooms inside Oceanus's ship, gazing upon Ogen. He did not notice it when he arrived a month ago, but Ogen was a beautiful plane. The plane was mostly water, with a few small lands comprising its cities.
Looking at it made Kyran feel a little homesick. It was not because it looked similar to the Human plane but because it was more peaceful.
Thinking of the Human plane also made Kyran wonder if The Emperor was still in the Lower Realm or if he had returned to the Higher Realm. It was pretty unfortunate that he had no way of knowing the answer to this. He wanted to establish enough connection and rapport with Oceanus, thinking he would get access to exclusive information about the current situation in the Higher Realm. But forming that connection would take time.