The ship couldn't see the waves of pale green mana, and Khan couldn't perceive them inside the warm mbrane of the pilot's technique, so he had to pursue more reckless thods.
Khan wouldn't let his lack of preparations be his doom, so he bided his ti, making many trips outside his ship to study the situation. He hoped to find a pattern in the mana released by the planet, but those energy bursts looked completely random, forcing him to rely on simple speed and luck.
The respirators prolonged Khan's ti in open space, but catching a stray wave of mana among the dark expanse was too much even for him. After a day spent going in and out of the ship, he decided to bring the vehicle closer to Coravis, hoping the shorter distance from the source would grant him a better starting point.
The plan worked, but Khan still had to spend another day of trips outside the ship to find his chance. Those imrsions in the dark, deadly darkness of space couldn't be good for his health, but he ignored potential side effects, and eventually, his efforts were rewarded.
Khan's body was almost about to reach its limits when a pale green spot brightened in the corner of his vision. Coravis had released another wave of mana, and Khan wasted less than a second performing ntal calculations before dashing at it.
Space didn't have footholds, even for soone who could walk on air. However, Khan compensated by releasing mana from under his feet, creating an ethereal surface that allowed him to deploy his unfathomable speed.
Khan shot through the darkness, ignoring his approaching physical limits. His respirator broke as soon as he released his destructive influence, but he rushed through the plastic shards, his increasingly cloudy gaze pointed at the pale green spot.
The pale green wave was fast and was flying away from Khan, but he was faster, reaching it in no ti. That energy resembled a massive bright cloud flying through space in his vision. It was at least twenty tis bigger than him, and he didn't dare to imrse himself in it. The dangers of interacting with foreign wills in the middle of space were too many to count.
Khan kicked forward when he reached the cloud, dispersing his forward montum. Ti was short, so he waved both hands forward, using them like scarlet claws that dug into that pale-green energy.
Khan was ready for battle, but no conflict started. His fingers seamlessly cut through the cloud, stealing a handful of it. He promptly joined his hands, surrounding them in his mana to create a makeshift cage before kicking the darkness again, creating another ethereal surface that allowed him to shoot backward.
The following seconds were too confusing to track. Khan focused solely on the mbrane of mana around his hands, letting his montum handle the rest. He had picked his direction during the last sprint, and his calculations turned out to be correct since a breathable atmosphere eventually enveloped him.
Khan's body cried in joy before updating him on his poor state. His vision was still recovering, but he felt the general swelling that had afflicted his tissues. So of his blood vessels had burst open, creating clots under his skin, and patches of ice also covered him from head to toe.
Nevertheless, Khan recovered quickly. His body was far from ordinary, and his mana aided the process. He felt thirsty, but the general swelling waned while the ice lted. His flesh reabsorbed the clots, his circulatory system resud working at full power, and his lungs devoured the breathable air, gradually restoring his condition.
It took a few minutes, but Khan's sight eventually recovered, and other sensations returned. He found himself on the ship's floor, leaning against the closed doors. His breath was rough but was stabilizing quickly, and his eyes soon fell on the purple-red light around his hands.
'I really hope it's enough,' Khan cursed in his mind, hoping he wouldn't have to go through the process again.
Khan suppressed the urge to open his hands and stood up, leaning on the ship's doors until he regained a stable footing. He threw a glare at the nearby devices that imitated his pilot's technique, silently cursing again. He had loaded those space suits to be ready for anything, but they had yet to be of any use.
The complaints were short-lived. Khan promptly walked toward the bottom of his ship and entered the reinforced room, activating its nus with his bare feet. The place had many security asures, most implented due to Khan's proclivity to blow up training halls, and he couldn't think of a better ti to use them.
Once the reinforced room gave the okay, Khan sat cross-legged at its center, pure seriousness filling his face. If everything went well, Khan would obtain helpful information that could affect the fate of his imminent trip. It could even cancel it altogether.
However, if things went poorly, Khan could lose his mind or ship, dying or remaining stranded near Coravis' orbit. The forr had to be avoided, and Khan didn't want to experience the latter ever again, so he stood still until he felt entirely confident that his concentration had reached its peak.
Khan took a deep breath before opening his hands, the mbrane of mana around them following their movents. The purple-red prison expanded, slowly revealing its insides. A tiny lump of pale green mana hovered at its center, interacting with its surroundings.
The pale-green mana was invisible to the naked eye but not to Khan's. He saw that foreign energy as clear as day and could study its behavior. That lump of mana radiated a soft but piercing influence, capable of rging with the nearby purple-red light.
The chaos elent would usually react to any invader but often failed to spot the foreign mana's influence in ti. That pale-green energy always lingered inside the purple-red light for a few seconds before tiny sparks resounded, fending it back toward the cage's center.
Khan couldn't sense what was happening in its entirety, but the previously gathered information provided a reasonable answer. The pale green mana was actively studying him, just like it probably studied every place in the quadrants it reached.
More sparks appeared on the mbrane's surface, almost replacing the entirety of its fabric. Crackling noises spread through the reinforced room as shallow cuts opened everywhere. Khan intensified his elent's properties, pushing back that lump of foreign mana and destroying its intrusive influence, preventing it from studying him any longer.
The pale green mana tried to expand again, but nothing could pierce the chaos elent's destructive influence. That foreign energy also started to lose its vaguely uniform shape, growing uneven and thinner. It looked about to disperse but suddenly condensed, turning into a perfectly even sphere.
Khan's eyes widened. His mana barrier kept crackling, but sothing invisible pierced it, landing on him. The event didn't involve any energy or attack. It was a simple, instinctive reaction triggered by the invisible gaze inside the pale-green sphere. Sothing from the other side of that foreign mana was looking at him.
An even more surprising event followed before Khan could explore his options. A tremor ran through the pale-green sphere, depleting its entire energy to give birth to a deep, powerful sound that resounded in Khan's eardrums, a sound his brain didn't need to translate since it spoke human words.
"Greetings, Heir to the Nak's Chaos," The deep voice resounded through the reinforced room. "Let us et on Coravis."
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