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

Khan's order carried far more than sound waves. The mana in the hall shook under his request, and Mister Broze and his guards' legs went soft, making their knees slam on the metal floor.

Meanwhile, pieces of the red symbols on Khan's face, torso, arms, and feet vanished, wiped out by his aura. His presence gradually grew heavier while his anger eradicated them, and the hall's surfaces screamed, seemingly ready to break apart.

The little girl in Khan's arms didn't fail to notice that change. She was still sobbing, her face hidden in Khan's chest, but an instinctive tremor ran through her back. Tamara wasn't even a first-level warrior, so Khan's existence was almost unbearable to her, no matter how much his intentions said otherwise.

Khan heaved a helpless sigh, attempting to calm down. His presence stopped eroding the red symbols, but the damage was done. Part of his aura leaked in the open now, putting everyone at risk.

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