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.
Zephyr's reminder made both Nolan and Anette speechless.
It was not that they forgot about Kyran's condition. They were just curious to know what happened a thousand years ago.
Nolan cleared his throat and said with a short nod, "Yeah. As I said, it is impossible to get help from the Soul Emperor's descendant. We're not even sure if there is someone who inherited her magic."
What Nolan said was the truth.
After the Soul Emperor died, there had been no record of anyone possessing Soul Magic. Not even within the Royal Family. They declared that Soul Magic was forbidden magic, and if there was anyone from the family who possessed it, they would have executed that person, to prove their integrity, right?
Definitely not.
If there was such a person, the Royal Family most likely hid it from the whole empire. After all, as far as they knew, no one else knew about the real score of the Forbidden Magic. Not even the Regis Clan.