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.
"The truth, the miasma's origin was very mysterious." Vaness answered with a troubled expression. He looked at Avrum and added, "I believe Avrum can explain it better."
Hearing this, Avrum beamed and immediately answered, "What Chief Vaness said is correct. The miasma around the Chaos Palace is one of a kind. Making its composition also unknown."
His eyes sparkled as he started to explain animatedly.