Chaos Heir

George couldn't lie to Khan. Even if he tried, his mana would expose him, so Khan knew his words were genuine. George would truly trust Khan with his child, and the idea made him feel

warm.

Yet, it didn't save George from the following joke.

"Are you hitting on me or something?" Khan asked. "I mean, I like you, but as a friend."

"Shut up," George snorted. "Be grateful I'm not asking you questions. You might fool others, but I know what that face means."

"What does it mean?" Khan honestly questioned. "I'm not sure myself."

"Do I have to say it?" George asked. "It doesn't sound right after our little moment."

"Were we having a moment?" Khan questioned. "So, you were hitting on me."

"Don't be an idiot," George scolded. "What's happening between you and Monica?"

Something in Khan's tone had changed, so George remained silent. He knew a better answer was coming, and his friend didn't disappoint.

"We always end up having sex whenever we try to talk," Khan explained. "It's like we don't want the conversation to reach a certain point of no return."

"Doesn't sound like a bad deal," George pointed out.

"Come on, George," Khan sighed. "You know how it is for me. I... I can't go on not talking." George couldn't disagree. Khan had always valued the emotional layer more than the physical. Sure, he got plenty of the latter, but he only saw its worth when love joined the equation. "I'm about to leave, too," Khan continued. "I must leave. I never belonged to this type of world. I thought doing it my way or for the right reasons would have changed something, but I've reached my limit."

"What changed?" George asked.

"I changed," Khan replied. "Or maybe I regressed? I'm not sure, either. I just know all this stuff feels pointless, brittle, and small."

As much as George understood Khan, he struggled to follow his reasoning. After all, George was like Monica and the other descendants. He was more open-minded due to his various experiences, but the core aspects of his life didn't change.

Meanwhile, Khan could look at things that even scanners would struggle to spot. His daily life was a different experience altogether, inevitably affecting his set of values. His power only worsened his condition, making him feel too big or different to remain in his current position. "And," Khan added, "I feel terrible. All of this was for her in the end, and now I'm about to leave it. Also, she worked hard to keep up with what she could manage, and she did, but now I'm asking her to come with me."

Khan closed his eyes, throwing his head back in the hope of obtaining some peace. However, nothing arrived. He only sensed his desperation, his violent nature, and a sad answer hidden in the depths of his brain.

"Truth is," Khan continued. "I never cared about any of this. I did it because I had to for multiple reasons, but I never cared, while Monica did. This is Monica's life, but it can't be mine."

"Following you or breaking up aren't the only two possibilities," George argued. "You can leave her here while you do your thing, playing the happily married couple whenever you return."

George's words made sense. Many married couples in the upper echelons of the political world worked like that. The time for intimacy and love was short in those environments, forcing most relationships to take the backseat.

Nevertheless, Khan wasn't like everyone else. His love didn't work like that. He had learned to love like a Niqols long ago, and his emotions had only deepened since then.

"The whole point of being with someone is to have her at your side," Khan announced.

George didn't argue. His previous remark had mostly been a hopeful probe. In the past, he had truly wished Khan could stop and settle. Part of him still wanted that, but the scarlet eyes took priority now.

"Do you remember what I told you before you left Reebfell?" George asked.

"Monica is no Cora," Khan stated.

"But she can't follow you, can she?" George questioned. "She could back then, but now things have changed."

Khan felt his desire to destroy his surroundings intensify. The atmosphere tensed, reacting to his new mood. He didn't want to accept it. He wished he could find a solution. However, love wasn't a problem to fix.

"Stand up," Khan eventually ordered, changing the topic while standing up.

"What?" George groaned.

"Come on," Khan insisted. "Stand up and show me your sword."

George couldn't understand where Khan was going but complied. He didn't have his sword with him, but Khan had surely noticed that, so his question targeted something else.

George stood up and stretched his arm to his side. A sharp, dark silver energy grew from two of his fingers, creating an ethereal but deadly blade.

"What now?" George asked, both annoyed and curious.

Khan didn't reply. He focused on his bottomless core emotion, recalling what he had experienced against Brigadier General Meadrey. He placed his palm under the dark-silver sword and closed his eyes, exerting his will into his surroundings.

The process was effortless. Khan had mastered the Niqols arts long ago, and the experiments with his element had pushed them further. He could will the destruction of living beings as long as he overcame the invisible barrier of their existence. Doing something similar with someone else's mana simply was the next step.

George didn't have Khan's heightened senses, but his perception was far above average. His time on Nitis would have been pointless otherwise. Yet, that advantage turned into a curse at that moment since he noticed events that didn't make any sense.

Under George's stunned gaze, his dark silver sword bent, forming a sharp angle while pointing at the ground. Khan frowned, and the blade curved again, turning toward George.

George didn't know how to explain the event. He only felt he was losing control of his mana. All his training and efforts seemed useless before Khan's intense will.

Khan eventually exhaled and reopened his eyes, retracting his hand. The bent pieces of the ethereal blade dispersed, but the missing parts regrew straight, restoring the original sword.

"What was that?" George gasped.

"Evolve past mana," Khan muttered. "I think."

"You think?!" George cursed, but Khan suddenly looked away, gazing past the forest's tall

crowns.

"What is-?" George began to ask, but the air abruptly froze, becoming hard to breathe. Cracking noises also resounded underground, signaling that something was crumbling. "Don't wait for me," Khan declared. "There's someone I must kill."

George wanted to ask more questions, but Khan disappeared before he had the time to blink.

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