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.
"There's no need," Kyran replied, turning his attention back to Malek. He pressed his pointing and middle fingers on Malek's wrist, feeling his pulse and confirming his condition before sending him inside the Void World.
Truth be told, sending Malek to the Void World was risky. With him in a weakened state and his magic core close to exhausting its reserved magic energy, he would have difficulty filtering the rich Void energy circulating in that world. Unfortunately, because of the urgency of the situation and a couple of other important matters Kyran had to deal with, he could only send Malek there.
Of course, taking into consideration the danger, Kyran had already communicated with his puppets who were managing the tower to enhance the array that filtered out the Void energy in one of the rooms.
The room in question was actually where the Abbot had stayed during his abduction.