After years of struggle and sacrifice, the miraculous power that could and had already accomplished wonders had become nothing more than another curse for Khan, a weapon he needed to complete his mission.
That sounded contradictory, but Khan couldn't deny it. His understanding of the mana was leagues beyond others, but even his broad mind couldn't escape that pitfall.
Khan's understanding went even further than that. The symphony reflected in his glowing eyes wasn't mere energy. It had a will and a purpose, but that was the world, and he was different.
Despite being the heir to the Nak's mission, Khan was Khan. His mana was his own and didn't necessarily abide by the tragedies that originated from the Second Impact. Doing that had given him power, but his life featured much more. He was much more, especially now.
