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.
'Platform?' Kyran repeated, looking at Shaiha in confusion through his mind's eye.
Shaiha nodded.
[The portals may have opened, but the tower itself is still closed. It will only open after all portals in the Higher Realm close. After that, the transmission array will activate, and all participants can use it to go to the platform located in front of the tower.]
Kyran fell silent as he contemplated her words. He then frowned as he realized something and asked, 'Have you been here before?'
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The awkward silence stretched between them, and eventually, Shaiha could no longer take it and sighed in exasperation.
[When The Realm was divided and the Higher Being lost the qualification to wield me, I hid in the closest secured location I could find at that time, the Tower of the Ancients.]
Shaiha started to explain.