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.
Malek's expression remained the same as he looked back at Haylee. However, his brain was running in overdrive as he recalled what Kyran had told him.
An hour ago, after the tower's defensive array was fixed, Kyran looked for him, and they talked privately. The latter's action was a little strange for Malek. They were previously not on good terms, but Kyran had acted as if they were old friends. Malek had already noticed it during the short discussion in the conference hall, but it became evident the second time they talked.
Among the council members, Malek was the only one Stella had told about Kyran going somewhere to train. It had only been a week since then, but the change in Kyran that was evident in his ability and attitude felt as if he went to train for years.