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

"I'm not selling you weapons," Khan declared, immediately refusing Clifford's request.

Hughie had left the tiny house to get his notes, so Clifford and Khan had started talking business. Clifford didn't use those exact words, but Khan had understood their meaning and couldn't accept them.

"You claimed you would have stayed true to your word, Prince Khan," Clifford pointed out. "Not that I'm requesting weapons, of course."

"I never lie," Khan announced. "I'm refusing for your sake."

"What does this mean?" Clifford asked.

"If I gave you weapons," Khan explained, "I'd have to decide to whom they can be pointed and fired at."

Khan opened another bottle, refilling his drink before lifting his chilling gaze at Clifford and adding a relatively veiled threat. "I'd make the White Mouse crew mine or destroy it. I believe you don't want either."

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