Blue lights flashed in Khan's eyes while his world hurt. The heightened senses he had developed throughout years of training had turned into his greatest enemy, making him unable to move or summon mana. He could only watch as the bullets converged toward him.
Time slowed down in Khan's teary eyes. Realizations descended upon him and spread in the back of his mind while his brain fought against his own senses. His paranoia had always been right. The ploy to take him out was there, and he was powerless against it.
For a second, Khan accepted that that was his moment. All his struggles and feats had culminated in that instant. He would die alone on an alien planet. His journey was about to end, and, for a moment, he felt relief.
