Khan didn't waste time waiting for replies and shot upward, disappearing from the opening of the ship's cargo area.
Khan rose through the sky so quickly that the ship's scanners lost track of him. However, he stopped when he felt he had gotten high enough. His nostrils could still smell the distant stench of synthetic mana, but he dismissed it to focus on more important problems.
Truth be told, Khan had yet to recover fully. He had retrieved his sense of self, but distant echoes of the previous torrent of images still called for him, attempting to send him back to his confused state.
That wasn't the end. Khan looked at his bare feet, tilting them to feel the symphony's texture. Something was off about that sensation he had long since committed to memory, but he couldn't explain how.
Nevertheless, Khan knew why he was feeling like that. It was impossible for him not to realize that. After all, that was his second time already.
