The vast cloud released another deep, clicking growl, seemingly replying to Khan's statement. He sensed excitement inside that alien cry but also hesitation. The spell didn't trust him, and for good reason.
Khan and the cloud spell had only managed to cooperate during desperate situations. The ability wasn't something he could control. It wasn't something he should try to control. Khan could only unleash it to let it follow its wild urges.
After all, the cloud couldn't understand complicated reasons. It didn't get political compromises, restrictions, and limits. The spell was pure, pursuing an impossible ideal of freedom with all its power and destroying anything that stood in its path.
In many ways, the cloud had always reflected what Khan was supposed to be. It expressed the core of his element, but he couldn't wield it in his daily life. He had too many duties and problems that went against that unrestrained ideal of freedom, and unleashing the spell would only damage them.
