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

Khan's statement had been closer to a threat than a reassurance, but the three Royal Guards didn't mind it. If anything, they accepted it as part of Khan's being. It was as if they knew he couldn't help himself.

That unspoken acceptance felt strange. Khan had experienced a trace of it when meeting the Nognes family's evolved warriors, but the Royal Guards went beyond that. There was no wariness among the group. The Emperor had elevated Khan to Lord, so the Royal Guards saw him as one of their own.

Khan had no idea how to conciliate that feeling with his desperation. That deep, bottomless emotion constantly raged inside him, but the friendly and understanding environment seemed to appease him temporarily.

However, Zedekiel was a secluded place in the universe, hidden from the problems that crowded it. Khan had a big mess waiting for him at home, and he didn't know how he would react to it.

Banquet