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 accelerated as soon as he got high enough in the sky.

Usually, Khan would hug Monica tightly, shielding her as much as possible from the damage his speed could cause. However, while Khan shot through the sky, Monica didn't experience any pressure or friction. The air ahead of them seemed to break at his passage, keeping her safe from injuries.

Khan quickly reached one of the main building's terraces, gracefully landing on it and putting Monica down. Much had changed since Senerth, and Zedekiel had reaffirmed that transformation, deepening and solidifying it. Khan had reached the point of no return, and an open-hearted conversation was long due.

The idea saddened Khan, and countless thoughts filled his brain. He didn't even know whether words could explain his mental state, let alone use them in an actual conversation. Still, he wanted to talk with Monica. Khan needed to.

Invitation