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 landed on a shattered plane and hid in one of the crevices of a massive crater he found. His brows creased slightly after confirming the non-existence of magic energy there.
It was to be expected since there was no longer any life there. Still, Kyran had hoped that with that plane's death, the rich magic energy from the outside could seep into it with no problem.
This was how a dead plane could gain a new life, thus giving birth to a new plane.
Unfortunately, the plane Kyran landed on had yet to achieve that feat. For short, the plane was as dead as it could be.
But it was not entirely a bad thing. Since that plane had no magic energy, The Emperor might have decided not to enter and wait for Kyran to leave instead.