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 Myst completed the gate that could connect the two realms without problems. The only two things left to do were to wait for the gate on the other side of the Regis Terram, which was in the Lower Realm, to be completed. After that, they would connect the two to form a path to both realms.
"Your timing is truly impeccable, Young Master. I was having some reservations about using that item to activate the last phase with those formulas," Myst said, his voice carrying a palpable sense of relief as she looked at Kyran.
The item Myst was referring to was something Kyran left behind that was imbued with Void magic energy. Since he did not know when he would return from what he set out to do, he decided to leave that item so Myst could easily activate the last part, which consisted of formulas written in Void runes.