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.
"I merely want to educate your member, Head Master Malek," Gael said, returning Malek's gaze while his glowing red eyes slowly changed back to their original amber color.
"I will handle it myself," Malek replied. Though his voice remained monotonous, the drop in the surrounding's temperature was enough to know he was not negotiating with Gael but was telling him to listen or else he would not be polite.
Gael smiled slightly, his expression unreadable.
The three Deputy Marshals also retained an unreadable expressions and did nothing to interject. They did not even react to Hugh countering their magic pressure. It was unknown what they were really thinking.
To be precise, most of the Conclave council members still wondered what the Royal Army wanted to accomplish with the joint military exercise.
"What President Sigma said is a direct attack to the Royal Army. It is not something your faction must resolve," Gael told Malek after a short pause.