Eveofchaos

A recurring nightmare afflicted Khan's nights since the Second Impact. His dreams replayed the scenes of the crash of the Nak's spaceship, an alien race that the humans had defeated five hundred years ago.
Khan's life had turned upside-down after the tragedy. His mother had died during the incident, and the Nak's toxic mana had infected him. His father had managed to save him, but they ended up losing their home and name in the process.
The nightmares wouldn't let Khan forget about the Nak, so he decided to join the Global Army and learn to wield mana. He had to put an end to those dreams, even if that meant hunting down that alien race through the stars.
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Chaos' Heir

The hall was gargantuan and undeniably Thilku. Clean air blew from its huge, open gate. Red metal covered the floor, walls, and tall ceiling, and its many black pillars had scarlet symbols shining on their surface, illuminating the area with their radiance.

Except for one spot, the hall had no furniture whatsoever. It was vast and empty as if nothing unworthy could taint that sacred place. Every surface also was unbelievably resilient, managing to cut off Khan's senses, and the reason probably sat at its bottom.

The hall's bottom featured a series of steps, creating a small stage. A scarlet, spartan metal throne stood at its center, and a sense of immense intensity attacked Khan as soon as he tried to study the figure sitting on it.

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