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 and Zephyr returned to the cottage to prepare for their departure.
Inside they found Anette already busy making dinner. She lived alone for so many years and rarely bothered to eat on time. That was how she forgot to properly look after Kyran's needs and instead got absorbed in tending to her new garden.
Kyran washed first at a separate small bathroom at the back before having dinner with Anette and Zephyr.
Silas also returned while they were having dinner, and Kyran told them his plan to leave with Zephyr after dinner.
The two wanted to stop him at first. After all, he was still recovering. His fever had gone down, but his internal injuries had not healed yet.
Silas also reminded Kyran that night was never a good time for humans to venture out of the forest. Like every forest within the empire, those nocturnal forest beasts were fiercer than diurnal forest beasts.