Khan was both srized and terrified. The last piece of the puzzle that was his evolution had finally appeared before his eyes, and it looked far grander than anything he could have ever predicted.
Actually, that re lump of pitch-black smoke looked so grand that Khan almost reconsidered his initial plan. He had purposely only left a tiny gap between his current state and the completion of his attunent with mana, but that precaution lost any aning now.
That divine True Chaos wasn’t sothing that could be limited. Strategies and specific arrangents were aningless before the obscuring power that energy radiated. Nothing could ever stop it from taking over anything it touched.
Even with only that remaining tiny gap, Khan knew that absorbing the divine True Chaos would transform him beyond recognition. There wouldn’t be anything of his old self left if he accepted that energy. He would beco soone or sothing else.
The final transformation was bound to go beyond rely being tainted for a third ti. The evolution often was like that, but Khan’s case promised to be revolutionary.
And yet, despite the reaffird level of danger and the unavoidable hesitation, Khan’s plan didn’t change. Now more than ever, he knew that he needed sothing revolutionary to hope to defeat that superior being.
Khan’s idea of ripping off his arms and legs to break free resurfaced. Whether he could regrow those limbs or not didn’t matter as long as he ate that obscuring blackness.
Everything else would be up to whether Khan could complete his transformation before and if the God decided to kill him. He would also be gambling on whether he would beco sothing capable of facing that superior existence.
As for what Khan would actually beco, he was far beyond caring. The situation was too desperate to worry about such trivial things.
Still, as always, the God acted before either Khan or the seemingly fatally wounded Emperor could react to him. The lump of ominous darkening light split into two parts, and one was already in front of Khan’s face.
The vicinity of that energy made Khan weak beyond reason, almost turning off his awareness when it touched his forehead. The glowing smoke instantly seeped inside him, and his glowing gaze witnessed the Emperor going through a similar process before sothing else claid his attention.
Sothing was lting inside Khan. The sensation wasn’t hot in the strict sense, but he felt himself burning nonetheless.
After enduring the quasar’s blast, Khan believed he had experienced the greatest possible pain in the universe. He wasn’t technically wrong, but worse kinds of suffering that surpassed the physical realm existed.
One of those torturous processes unfolded inside Khan now. The half of that divine True Chaos that had invaded him tore his flesh and boiled his blood, but also made his mana scream.
That reaction from the chaos elent didn’t result from the usual annihilation. Sothing else was going on. A force Khan couldn’t oppose was lting his mana, basically liquefying his very being.
And, sadly, Khan understood what was happening and why. The process wanted to reforge Khan into a different kind of being by fusing him with that shard of divinity. However, Khan himself had to lt first because he was nothing more than an alchemic material for the God.
Khan’s mana was powerless before that influence. The energy that had invaded him seed to have complete authority over his elent, as if it were a rightful mandate from a superior entity.
Nevertheless, Khan wasn’t only mana. Even his elent wasn’t ordinary. After the initial blow, his existence fought back, albeit with limited success.
Khan’s cells hissed in anger, chanting a rightful authority of their own. They were weak, exhausted from the previous fight, but no amount of tiredness could deprive them of their birthright.
An ability Khan wasn’t aware he wielded unfolded. His cells’ hissing chant radiated a defensive aura against those who dared to claim authority over them, acting as a protective shield for his being.
Indignant anger invaded Khan, making him aware of the depths of that insulting attempt to take over him. He carried the genes of beings born to rule, of planetary overlords, a legacy even Gods had to respect.
That anger resonated with Khan’s elent, empowering it, stirring it to resist the foreign divine influence with newfound reckless violence. Because true leaders knew that death was better than subservience, and Khan had earned that title in more ways than he could count.
The cells’ angry barrier created so room where Khan’s mana could expand and release its power, only to amount to a re delay. Khan heard sparks crackling inside his very brain, but his existence kept lting, albeit at a slower pace.
The gap between Khan and the God was reflected in that internal conflict. No matter how strong Khan was and how many different arts he had amassed, he remained too inferior to that greater entity.
Nevertheless, as much as that slower defeat didn’t change Khan’s predicant, it was enough to earn him a reaction from the God.
"[Your different paths were promising]," The God praised. "[Their complete fusion would have been compelling and useful to face]."
The slower pace of that internal transformation didn’t remove the lting pain it caused. Khan felt as if pieces of himself were disappearing drop by drop, but his cells’ intervention diminished the suffering, allowing him to refocus his glowing gaze.
Khan saw the God looking down at him. Yet, behind that superior existence, the Emperor was in a far worse state, a state that earned Khan’s full attention.
Flickering smoke now covered the bigger needle that had pierced the Emperor’s chest, as if assaulted by dark flas. Still, chunks of his skin had also suffered from a similar fate, invaded by that black fire.
Obviously, that wasn’t an invasion. It was a transformation that the Emperor’s dwindling vast existence reflected. His very being was changing into sothing else, his path toward his new state laid by his shard of divine True Chaos.
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