Khan's casual tone couldn't change the reality of the situation. He had covered the sky with a layer of thundering clouds that was ready to unleash a storm. Also, a massive, hungry creature was slithering throughout its fabric, as if swimming through lightning bolts.
Moreover, it was unclear what else the raging mana could unleash. The Emperor only knew that energy was keeping track of him, wary and ready to lunge forward autonomously.
That seemed to be both opposite and proper for someone the Thilku Empire had recognized as a Shaman. Khan looked to have no control over his mana, but the latter also wielded powers that defied reason.
Still, one thing was obvious. That was nothing short of a threat, a promise from Khan and his mana to the Emperor and the universe as a whole. They would accept anyone, as well as destroy those who opposed them.
