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 took advantage of the force of the woman's kick to gain some distance. Then, he regulated his momentum to regain his balance and make his escape.
[How's your body?]
Shaiha asked in concern. She was frustrated at the thought of her and Kyran being connected but could not share the same pain. She could listen to his thoughts and sense most of his emotions, but physically, she could not feel his pain. If she could, she would not mind sharing the burden so he would not have to endure everything alone.
'...'
Kyran did not respond.
Actually, he could not respond because he had all his attention on getting as far away from the woman as possible.