The red sparks accumulated between Roger's palms, condensing into an unstable, uneven, crackling sphere. Tiny lightning bolts occasionally shot from it, but their energy dispersed before reaching Roger's skin. Those small flares were too weak to live longer than a fraction of a second.
Khan studied that odd mana, his senses providing information even scanners would fail to notice. He felt the sparks' anger but found no rationality behind it. That emotion was intense but illogical, something too instinctive to come from a human brain.
'It has probably built up for years,' Khan considered, 'A subconscious accumulation of repressed desires.'
Truth be told, part of that consideration didn't come from Khan's senses. He could relate to Roger's situation and life, understanding his psychological profile and connecting it to his mana's nature.
'Its raw shape is stronger than mine,' Khan noticed. 'Although the comparison is unfair.'
