Chapter 925: Enlightenment

Chapter 925: Enlightenment



Khan and Bruno's appearances were quite different when they returned to the city's main building, and their mood also described much of their fight's outcome.

Bruno looked as calm and friendly as before, but the upper part of his military uniform had disappeared. He was also barefoot, and his trousers' edges had turned into rags. Still, no injury marked his body as he walked with his arms behind his back.

Meanwhile, Khan was the opposite. Only strands of his pelts had remained on him while he held the Thilku cape under his arm. Also, multiple bruises covered his torso and shoulders alongside patches of dirt.

Yet, Khan's aura was as intense as ever, and the excitement on his face matched that feeling. Something wild and unruly filled his expression, making him appear more oppressive than usual.

Khan and Bruno didn't return through the building's main door. They had climbed onto one of the upper balconies to reach the reserved areas. Yet, the menus still recorded their arrival, eventually putting them before three figures.

Prince Thomas, Princess Rebecca, and Monica hurried to encounter Khan and Bruno, but they didn't know what to take from the scene. The two didn't seem to care about their appearance or respective presence, but Khan did react at that familiar sight.

Monica's eyes widened when Khan materialized before her. She was about to say something when Khan grabbed her face with one hand, squeezing her cheeks before leaving a long kiss on her lips.

"I'm crazy about you," Khan announced, "But I must be alone now."

Khan kissed Monica again before hurrying toward the edge of the corridor. He thought about giving directives to his Aunt and Uncle, but they were more than fine on their own, so he soon disappeared inside the building.

"The Prince's eagerness is admirable," Bruno commented, reaching the trio. "I'm afraid I stirred his enthusiasm. I'll take full responsibility."

Monica was too startled by the previous interaction to reply, but Prince Thomas took things into his own hands. Bruno was a Nognes problem, so it was only fair for him to handle it. "What do these responsibilities entail?" Prince Thomas asked, embodying politeness.

"I believe the Prince will name them when the time is right, My Prince," Bruno said. "For now, a room is more than enough."

Prince Thomas and the others didn't linger in pointless questions. As an evolved warrior, Bruno was quite the untouchable and unreachable figure. Faction leaders aside, no one could order him around or apply their authority, so Prince Thomas prioritized getting rid of him. Soon, the trio led Bruno into one of the building's best quarters, politely saluting him at the door. The place had a vast bath, a huge bed, and various pleasant services, but the evolved soldier sat on the floor as soon as the entrance closed, and his attention quickly fell on his right palm.

A cut almost connected Bruno's pinkie and thumb. The injury didn't leak any blood but didn't close, either. It was a wound that went beyond his body, and inspecting it triggered a deep sigh.

A foreign feeling invaded Khan's mind. He had experienced something similar many times in the past, but the urge was calmer now. The cloud's unruly desires gained a new shape as Khan opened his eyes and inspected his surroundings. Quiet understanding flashed in his bright eyes, and a disdainful smirk broadened on his face.

'This is my home,' Khan thought. 'Why am I even training underground?'

There were plenty of reasons for that, but Khan couldn't consider them anymore. He didn't feel like staying underground, so he glanced at the ceiling, and that metal surface annoyed

him.

Khan's influence had long since tainted the entire symphony inside the hall, so his annoyance immediately filled it. The ceiling was the feeling's target, and cracks appeared on it. Those fissures deepened until the ground's weight became too much to handle.

The ceiling collapsed, and brownish waterfalls fell into the hall. The surface above was caving in, but Khan didn't care. He didn't mind the dirt and closed his eyes while standing up. Soil washed him over, but he ignored it as he slowly rose into the air.

It didn't take long before Khan resurfaced. Baoway's clear air invaded his nostrils, but his senses allowed him to see much more through his closed eyes. He felt the trees, the cozy night, and the symphony they created.

Khan opened his eyes, and his influence unfolded. He even added some mana to it to quicken the process, but the trees felt no disturbance. Their leaves remained intact as if Khan's aura

didn't exist.

'I like this place,' Khan considered. 'It doesn't hinder my freedom. It doesn't even try to.' Khan looked at his palm, which traced a few bright lines in the air. He closed his hand around them once the rune was complete, and opening it revealed a tongue of purple-red fire. The flame had every reason to burn things. It was in its nature, but when Khan threw it at the nearest trunk, it simply lingered on the wood, dispersing without damaging it.

'So much for the most destructive element,' Khan mocked before repeating the process. He drew another rune, identical to the previous one. The same purple-red flame appeared in his palm. However, throwing at the trunk led to a different outcome.

The flame directly dug through the wood, creating a charred hole before dispersing. The attack didn't end there as multiple cracks stretched from the cavity's edges, expanding and

deepening until the tree split and fell to the side.

'Freedom, huh,' Khan thought, his bright eyes pointing at the sky. He knew he had understood something important, and only one person on the entire planet might be able to

appreciate it.