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 took a sip as soon as that nostalgic toast ended. He was a good drinker, and Liiza had truly made him curious about Doku's concocting skills, but the booze surpassed the reputation earned through her stories by leaps and bounds.

The booze was strong, scorching, but also strangely nourishing. A sense of warmth and fulfillment invaded Khan as the hot liquid flowed down his throat, which spread through his chest and reached his abdomen.

The sensation was so surprising that Khan couldn't help but glance at his cup afterward. His eyes were also slightly wide, highlighting how good the experience had been.

Doku wore a satisfied face at that reaction, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned, going back to his metal box before opting to sit on the sandy ground. There wasn't enough room for two people on that makeshift seat, and Doku knew Khan wouldn't mind.

Catching up