Graveyard

As disgusting as those words tasted, Khan knew they were true. The Nak had succeeded in their mission. They had created a stable host that could inherit their legacy, an heir that could challenge the scarlet eyes.

Meanwhile, the rocky face on the wall was one of the countless byproducts of the Nak's attacks on the universe. Khan could sense it in his bones. He was standing before a fake host, a being that had lost its mind to the Nak's nightmares.

The wall trembled again, releasing emotions Khan instinctively translated. "Potential heir" resounded in his brain, making him shake his head.

"There's nothing potential about me," Khan announced, still relying on the Nak's way of speaking. "I know about the Nak's task. I know what they want from me. I only have to find them."

The wall looked unconvinced, but Khan promptly added something. "Ah, right. I have my mind. I may be a tool, but I have my freedom."