Chaos Heir

Chapter 1157 Ruler

Khan didn't have the chance or time to dodge. The sparks slammed on his chest and exploded, ravaging his flesh while flinging him down. He tried to summon his cells' power to stop his momentum, but his body opposed him as if rejecting his authority.

Khan flew down until his back crashed on the crater's charred floor. That dark surface burned his skin, but his body still didn't move. Pain resumed invading his mind, but greater worries claimed his attention.

'Who are you?' Khan tried to hiss, but his words remained stuck in his brain. 'Where are you? How dare you oppose us?'

Strangely enough, those thoughts felt more distant now. Khan found his own voice unfamiliar, as if it belonged to something else, someone he should have recognized. Someone who didn't hesitate to reply.

'You are but a fleeting consciousness of something I have killed,' Khan heard in his mind in his now-unfamiliar voice. 'This scarred body doesn't belong to you.'

Khan's confusion returned stronger than ever. He was about to grasp something crucial, but the following shocking event pulled him out of that imminent realization.

Out of nowhere and without any clear commands, Khan's body began to move on its own. He saw his hands pushing on the scorching ground to straighten his position, slowly standing up. Even his eyes escaped his control, descending toward his chest to highlight a long blue scar.

Khan recognized that stain. It was a Nak's mark, flagging its owner as a Tainted creature. Still, he mostly focused on its unfamiliarity. Khan didn't recall having anything similar but remembered seeing that scar elsewhere.

More memories instinctively flooded Khan's brain as he tried to find answers to that eerie situation. His confusion intensified even more, giving birth to a splitting headache. His consciousness seemed to crack under the effort, but a tinge of clarity eventually arrived.

'This is not us,' Khan thought as his mental voice grew more unfamiliar but also gained oddly fitting hissing tones.

'Took you long enough,' Khan heard his own voice again, this time devoid of hissing tones. 'You are in my mind, which isn't kind to intruders.'

A thunderous, clicking cry suddenly filled Khan's mind, attacking his hissing tones. A bottomless bloodthirst joined it, devouring his consciousness and deepening the cracks in its ethereal fabric. His head felt on the verge of splitting until it did.

A proper realization hit Khan. He had never been that small. He had never had limbs or hands. That wasn't his body. He wasn't even Khan. He was a mighty serpentine planetary overlord, while Khan had been his killer.

'I knew we'd meet again, Great Old One,' Khan thought. 'You have my gratitude for showing me the path and your abilities.'

The Great Old One finally regained complete awareness of itself and its situation, which deepened its suffering. A wild, unreasonable force was assaulting its consciousness, eroding it by the second and diminishing its agency.

Nevertheless, the assault suddenly waned. The Great Old One found room to expand its consciousness again, only for Khan's perception to update it on the imminent threat.

Another cylindrical weapon had pierced the edge of Khan's perception, flying at high speed toward him. The item was almost upon him, and the Great Old One's consciousness instinctively prepared for the imminent explosion and the following torture, but Khan had other plans.

The Great Old One watched the scene unfold from inside Khan's mind, experiencing exactly what he did. Khan pointed his scarred hand at the incoming nuke, and an invisible shockwave shot from it, carrying his element's disruptive nature.

The shockwave ran through the missile, which instantly tilted upward. Its engine malfunctioned, affecting its trajectory while other interferences assaulted its insides. Its state-of-the-art technology could endure Khan's element, but not when he specifically targeted it, leading to a preemptive detonation.

The nuke exploded, unleashing its scorching mana and obliterating shockwave, creating a rising mushroom-shaped pillar at its center. Khan was still in its range, but his attack had given him enough time to retreat. Except he didn't.

The shockwave expanded circularly, lifting and obliterating the moon's already damaged ground. The previously formed hills shattered in clouds of debris that added a dark grey color to the incoming destructive wave. A wall of ravaging, scorching air was about to engulf Khan, but he only unleashed his aura to fight it.

Khan set fire to his existence, which flared with unfathomable might. The vast, charred crater directly exploded, revealing the grey ground underneath while the burned surface turned into whisps of dust that resembled open injuries.

The dark grey shockwave arrived at that point, but nothing touched Khan. The debris turned into dust and vanished, and even the obliterating force released by the nuke disappeared when it got close to Khan. His presence became an impenetrable wall, cutting a safe area inside the apocalyptic attack.

Nevertheless, the nuke wasn't done releasing its power. Khan's aura could deal with the shockwave, destroying it before it got too close. Yet, the scorching mana was too thick and violent for his destructive nature, piercing the safe area he had created.

The Great Old One's consciousness prepared itself to be burned alive again, but Khan didn't falter. His stretched hand opened, and an indomitable, overbearing will filled him as soon as his palm touched the expanding, blinding sea of blue synthetic mana.

'Stop,' Khan ordered, releasing a tinge of his mana to let it invade the scorching blue wave.

The Great Old One's consciousness shook as that overbearing word resounded through Khan's mind. His will carried true power and authority but was also surprisingly delicate, interacting at a level of existence the ancient creature had never studied.

Surprisingly, the wave of scorching mana froze. Khan's order couldn't affect all its massive, expanding shape but didn't lose power, either, and more of the synthetic mana stopped in its tracks when it touched that gentle but overbearing influence.

The Great Old One's consciousness couldn't help but experience a sense of inferiority when the wave transformed into a wall that kept accumulating the expanding mana. The force that had burned it alive had bowed at Khan's order, seemingly recognizing him as its sole ruler.

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