Chaos' Heir - Chapter 1185

Chapter 1185: Calamity
Khan and a team of engineers moved toward the sea station’s teleport. Military salutes unfolded left and right, but Khan barely noticed them. He only wanted to get the event done.

Garret awaited the team near the teleport, but the scientist knew better than to annoy Khan with pleasantries. His foul mood was evident to everyone, and Garret could only hope it wouldn’t mess with the machine.

Luckily for Garret, the scientists, and the teleport, a big part of Khan wanted to attend the event, albeit for reasons unrelated to politics. Still, that was enough to let the machine do its job, so the scenery in Khan’s eyes soon changed.

An unfamiliar yet familiar scenery unfolded in Khan’s eyes, but problems soon arose. Humankind’s architecture was quite homogeneous. The Global Army always opted for grey or white floors when it came to space stations, and their insides hardly differed. The difference there was Khan himself.

The artificial illumination started to flicker as soon as Khan and the engineers appeared on the second teleport. The consoles in the room went crazy, releasing sizzling noises and threatening to blow up. The human scientists assigned to those machines panicked, but everything gradually stabilized.

The lights stopped their tantrum, and most of the consoles resumed functioning, too. A few refused to go online again, but the scientists could handle that loss. The problem was with the teleport itself. The machine was fine, but Khan was nowhere to be seen.

The teleport room didn’t only have the local scientists and Coravis’ engineers. Another man stood at its center, performing a completely different role. His presence was mandatory due to Khan’s political relevance, but his sudden disappearance left him speechless.

“Where is Prince Khan?” The man gasped, approaching the engineers on the oval platform. “The Nognes family promised the Global Army that I’d get to welcome him.”

The engineers had received a complete briefing, so the seemingly out-of-place man didn’t surprise them. However, they were as confused as he was, but that changed when the team leader received a message.

“The Prince is cooling down outside,” The lead engineer read on his phone. “He said he’ll meet you in a few minutes, Ambassador Sunne.”

“Outside?” Ambassador Sunne frowned, glancing at the room’s exit. “Outside, where?”

“That might be hard to explain, sir,” The lead engineer announced. “You’ll probably see it for yourself if you head to the nearest hangar.”

Ambassador Sunne didn’t understand what the engineer implied, but the latter remained a member of Prince Khan’s cohort. As strange as his words had been, Ambassador Sunne had to give him face and comply.

The engineers and scientists remained in the teleport room while the Ambassador headed outside, and, reaching the nearest hangar, began to explain the former’s words. The crews there had abandoned their posts to gather before the mana barrier, seemingly staring at something unbelievable past it.

Ambassador Sunne was about to shout orders to snap the crews awake. He wasn’t in charge of that space station, but his authority wasn’t small. Yet, something in those workers’ disbelief kept him silent, making him approach the mana barrier to join the crowd.

Then, Ambassador Sunne saw it, and his expression gained the same profound disbelief as the workers. A caped figure hovered past the mana barrier, standing in the dark expanse. His silver crown occasionally reflected the light from the space station, and a blue glow illuminated the blackness before him.

Humans in space were a rare sight, but not an impossible one. Still, they all required specific equipment or techniques to survive that deadly environment, but Prince Khan didn’t appear to rely on any of that.

If anything, Prince Khan looked at ease. The crowd couldn’t see his face from its position, but his presence pierced the mana barrier, conveying his intense but calm vibes.

Khan let the cold of space envelop him while his eyes scoured the darkness, seemingly searching for something. He knew the Kros’ structure had to be nearby, but it wasn’t close enough for his gaze. Even his heightened senses were useless there due to the absence of mana, or air, for that matter.

However, even in that completely different part of the universe, Khan still felt the call from the array of asteroids. The teleport had put a lot of distance between him and the Nak’s home, but he sensed it as clearly as ever. As long as it existed, Khan would know where to find it.

Khan didn’t know how long he lingered in that position, but the crowd behind him started to become annoying. He would sigh if he could, but eventually decided to turn and float toward the mana barrier.

The sudden return alerted the crowd. Many workers started to disperse, reaching for the consoles that controlled the mana barrier. Yet, Khan reached that membrane before they could get far, and another shocking scene unfolded.

The mana barrier opposed anything that tried to enter the hangar, but Khan wasn’t something mere synthetic energy could reject. The whole membrane flickered as soon as he reached it, and its whole fabric threatened to disperse when his body crossed it.

It was like crossing a thin body of water for Khan. He existed on several levels above that mere mana barrier, so the latter couldn’t even try to act as a hindrance.

The workers would normally panic and escape the hangar at that sight, but the scene was too captivating for them to do anything but stare at Khan. Something in those ordinary soldiers acknowledged Khan’s profound vastness, telling them that they were in the presence of an extraordinary being.

It was similar to staring at a natural calamity. Those disasters were terrifying and deadly, but the might they wielded added a majestic, magnetic vibe. Khan was the same for those soldiers. They knew they were in the presence of greatness and couldn’t stop inspecting it, no matter how dangerous that could be.

As educated as Ambassador Sunne was, he couldn’t avoid falling into a daze, stunned by Prince Khan’s existence. After all, the Ambassador was only a third-level warrior, while Khan was Khan. The latter could easily pass for a god, or a walking calamity, in the soldier’s eyes.

Nevertheless, Khan spotted the Ambassador among the frozen crowd and approached him. He completely crossed the mana barrier, which stabilized behind him. The hangar also avoided threatening to turn off since the short trip to space had cooled Khan down, so he reached the man without causing more problems.

“Forgive me,” Khan announced when he stopped before the frozen Ambassador. “I remember your picture from the briefing, but forgot your name.”

“It’s no problem at all, Prince Khan, Lord Blue Shaman, Lord Special Emissary,” Ambassador Sunne responded, escaping his frozen state through a voice that resembled a deep gasp. “I’m Ambassador Sunne. I’ve been assigned to receive you.”

“Right,” Khan muttered, also recalling why the Global Army had sent an Ambassador in the first place. Theoretically, Khan’s force was now alien, so receiving him was a proper interspecies job.

“We have been informed that your engineers will need a few hours to reassemble your ship, Prince Khan,” Ambassador Sunne continued, inevitably tense. “I’ve taken the liberty of arranging a flexible schedule to entertain you during that time.”

Khan didn’t reply but diverted his glowing gaze, running it over the still-frozen crowd and the hangar. That place wasn’t as bad as Blue Moon colony, but his existence remained too heavy for it. Even those ordinary soldiers couldn’t breathe properly in his presence without putting in some effort.

“Of course, Prince Khan,” Ambassador Sunne added, worried he might have offended the Prince in some way. “This schedule is purely optional. I have orders to be at your service and fulfill your every demand.”

“I’m sure you do,” Khan uttered, glancing at the Ambassador. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll close myself in my ship’s reinforced room as soon as they teleport it here.”

“Prince Khan,” Ambassador Sunne called, his eyes widening in fear. “If I somehow offended you, I ask for your forgiveness.”

“You didn’t,” Khan reassured, “But we belong to different worlds. Your idea of life can’t even conceive mine.”

“And,” Khan continued, looking at the ceiling. “It’s safer for all of you if I’m not around.”