All hell broke loose. Multiple creatures emerged from the lake, trees, and bushes to create a chaotic battlefield. Meanwhile, the Feicox shot corrosive bullets toward anything that dared approach their territory.
Khan was just outside the battlefield's range. His butt and back grew cold while he remained on the ground, and a constant stream of information assaulted his senses. However, his injury kept his attention away from the mess.
Mana seeped into the dark-green stain while the broken device fell into the muddy ground. Khan released his energy, turning it into a flare that shot out of his forearm to overwhelm the corrosive attack.
The chaos element did its job, but the process was far from pleasant. Khan's head shook as he closed his eyes and let his mana eradicate that threat. The corrosive liquid fought back, using every second it had to damage Khan's flesh, and almost a minute had to pass before the purple-red light removed any trace of it.
