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

The absorption of the distant echoes didn't get any less tortuous and painful in the following days but brought unexpected, positive results.

Khan still stuck to the lightest echoes, alternating their absorption with short naps to disperse the headaches and mental fatigue the process created. Those memories were mostly useless, and the Great Old One's absence of thoughts in them seemed to agree with that evaluation, but Khan occasionally obtained something valuable.

The lightest memories contained information and sensations the Great Old One took for granted and didn't bother studying. Most involved the weather, Coravis' sea's movement, the air's taste, or the vague connection to a wave of pale green mana.

However, some involved the ancient creature's movements. The snake didn't need to think when slithering or using its gargantuan body for menial purposes, but the experience was priceless for Khan.

Unexpected results