It had been a while since Khan had used a teleport, and he had changed greatly in that period. His element had always messed up with technology, but he had to add his evolved status and the Great Old One's mutations to it now.
However, if Garret said it was okay, everything would be fine. Khan trusted the scientist more than his senses in that field, so he stayed still, letting the synthetic mana accumulate on the oval platform.
The synthetic mana's stench had only worsened as Khan improved. He couldn't help but feel disgusted by that artificial energy, and his perception turned into an enemy whenever he was stuck in those situations.
Still, Khan had grown used to it enough to ignore the event. It would end soon anyway, and its outcome promised rewards he had waited for months.
Nevertheless, when the synthetic mana filled the oval platform, its structural stability crumbled, dispersing into waves of invisible energy that blew through the room.
