A fuming crater stood mere meters from Khan, and melted metal encircled it. Corpses and debris occupied the floor, and a few Orlats too injured to move rested in corners or behind makeshift covers.
The ground zero of the chaos spear provided an exact representation of its destructive power, but Khan couldn't admire it. Even the few survivors couldn't claim his attention. His eyes solely existed to look at the Orlats standing at the edges of the hidden passage above him.
The Orlats' appearance was quite plain compared to how eccentric those aliens could look. The third-level warrior had piercings on his eyebrows, but his ears and nose were clear. His clothes were also rather ordinary. He was only wearing a tight black tracksuit that didn't express any elegance or status.
That wasn't in line with what Khan had seen in the rest of Milia 222, but it showed how special the dock was. Still, his attention only skimmed over those details before going back to the mana at full power.
