Bruno's peaceful gaze grew slightly solemn. Khan's last attack was still a bit away from the evolved soldiers' standards, but he was getting there. Moreover, he was achieving something most of Bruno's peers failed to do.
Khan ignored Bruno's reaction. He floated above the newly formed hole, his gaze lost in thought. He knew what he had done, but translating it into an actual attack would take time and practice.
'I can feel the air's density,' Khan thought. 'I can see the symphony's texture.'
Sending some mana downward changed the symphony's nature. Khan's energy tainted it, spreading its wild behavior inside it. Then, Khan lowered his foot again, and that invisible, violent mass shrunk under the gesture, seemingly compressing under its weight.
"Old man," Khan called, but Bruno knew what was coming for him.
"I'll take it seriously, Prince," Bruno announced.
