'What kind of sick joke is this?' Khan cursed in his mind.
The [Blood Shield] had survived the attack. That vast beam of green light had failed to pierce Khan's defensive spell, only managing to burn his superficial skin. Still, a pleasant cold sensation spread over those scarred parts, albeit for all the wrong reasons.
As impossible as it sounded, the beam had pushed Khan out of Coravis' atmosphere, sending him straight into space. The planet's breathtaking sight was right under him, and he didn't have time to appreciate it or marvel at the attack's prowess.
The [Blood Shield] dispersed as Khan's feet released mana, and a scarlet membrane enveloped his body. The pilot's technique wouldn't help in the breathing-related aspect of his situation since it couldn't trap any air, but Khan didn't linger on those details. He didn't have time to.
