Remains

Khan hovered through the air, seemingly aimlessly. His eyes and senses couldn't find an end to Chuwei's desert, but he wasn't looking for one. He chased the call in his nape, letting it guide his subconscious.

Storms got in Khan's way more often than not, hindering his senses and attempting to grind him into a gory corpse. However, nothing ever touched him. Even the worst weather was nothing more than an afterthought for an existence as powerful as him.

The day turned into night, but that darkness also eventually ended. Still, Khan never stopped flying, ignoring hunger, thirst, and heat. He lost himself in the call only he could hear, waiting for it to lead him toward his target.

However, no matter how much Khan traveled and for how long, Chuwei kept hiding its secrets.