Various colors shone, shattered, and reformed in Khan's vision. The symphony above the gorge was a mess of wild and intense battles. Tens of casualties happened every few seconds, but the armies' fury never waned.
The symphony enveloped Khan's senses, invading his brain and updating him on the environment's state. However, his mind wasn't empty anymore. Intense urges filled it and stretched in his surroundings, affecting the natural mana with their whims.
That state was the opposite of what Khan had grown used to deploy during battles. He could listen to every detail in the symphony, but raging desires also resounded among his thoughts, creating a new force in charge of his actions.
The natural pressure radiated by Khan's urges thickened the mana around him, making it easier to manipulate. That energy slowly became an extension of himself, gaining power and becoming more submissive.
