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.
"Head Master Malek," Haylee called while still looking at Disciple Tyr. "Can the people in the arena see us?"
"No. The glass panels are enchanted. In the arena, these panels will look like ordinary walls. Only when the enchantment is disabled will they be able to see us," Malek replied with an indifferent tone.
"I see," Haylee replied with a smile. Then she added, "I'd like to meet them now."
Malek lowered his head a little and replied, "Very well."
With that, he turned and left the room. The moment he left, the curtains moved and covered the glass panels again.
At the same time, in the arena, as soon as Malek left the VIP area, the three, Noir, Sigma, and 'Tyr' heard his voice telling them.
[They took the bait. I'm coming downstairs.]
In an instant, Sigma let out a huge sigh as his shoulders slouched.
Noir's stern expression also relaxed and he let out a sigh of relief.