Khan opened his eyes at the sound of soft snores and crackling noises. The room's illumination flickered in his view, and a warm body rested on his chest.
The couple's passionate outburst didn't bode well for the meeting room. Eight months of separation and Khan's new strength made simple technology and brittle equipment unable to survive. The two's strange desperation also intensified those aspects, leaving scars on that expensive area.
Somehow, a crack had opened on the interactive desk, almost splitting it into two. Exposed wires and mana conduits rose from the injury, releasing sparks and synthetic energy into the air.
The artificial illumination had also suffered permanent damage. Khan didn't know how or why, but the room's light seemed unable to stabilize.
