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 continuously used the Dragon Steps, hoping to gain some distance from The Emperor. However, no matter how many times or fast he executed the steps, he could not shake off the latter.
There was still some distance between the two, but it was not enough for Kyran to warp without The Emperor's notice.
Kyran started to contemplate the consequences if he revealed the fact that he also possessed the Void core. The Emperor seemed to be keen on taking the Draconic core, but if he knew the Void core was also in Kyran's possession...
Kyran shook his head at once. He only met The Emperor, but from what he had gleaned from his short exchange with Alastor, Ames's warning, and the memory of Deus's clone, he was manipulative and would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. Although he would not disregard the laws of each realm, he would test the limits of the realm's laws— thus tempting the balance of both realms.