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.
-------------------------------------
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/EoCNovels
Instagram: eocnovels
Discord link: https://discord.gg/fNsPwXMP7P
Cover artist: https://digitalrowye.com/

Chaos' Heir

Some gasps and heavy steps resounded on the other side of the thin wall, perfectly echoing inside the tiny house. Clifford diverted his gaze in annoyance but promptly glared at the man who eventually entered the shabby habitation.

Khan didn't bother to turn to inspect the newcomer. He had already committed his aura to memory, so he recognized him before he even stepped into the house. The man was the first-level warrior wearing a beanie hat with a white rat sewn into its black fabric, and Khan's glowing eyes moved onto him only when he reached Clifford.

"I'm sorry, Boss," The first-level warrior muttered, his head lowered. "Me and the guys were curious."

"I'll still punish you on the next job," Clifford snorted before warily glancing at Khan. "I mean trip."

Khan enjoyed his drink, feigning ignorance. He honestly wasn't interested in meddling with the White Mouse crew's illegal activities, but Clifford's reservations were understandable.

Great Old One