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.
It was another hectic morning inside the Ylfaen Royal Family Palace in Meliora.
Because of the increased number of skirmishes happening in the western and southern borders of the empire, Empress Iulia, the Head Mage Aiden, the members of the Royal Court, and the representatives of the Alliance, which consisted of the four major factions in the empire: Aureole, Regis Clan, The Conclave, and the Templar Code, had almost never left the palace's conference room to discuss their next moves.
These skirmishes might be minor, but the Ylfaen Empire's casualties were increasing at a frighteningly steady pace because of their frequency. If these skirmishes were only focused on one border, the empire might have been able to concentrate its main forces there, but the problem was that two borders were being subjected to it.