Khan wanted to curse but couldn't find the energy to do it. He had already seen a few species ruined by the Nak's mana, but that scene seemed to have come out directly from Nitis, and his mindset regressed for a second.
Terrible images from a village near a lake crossed Khan's vision. His memories played a grim video, ending with the image of a simple crib. A flash of despair shone in his glowing eyes, reminding him of how lost he had been many years ago.
Of course, Khan wasn't a lost kid anymore. His mindset quickly recovered, and his eyes regained their usual coldness. His gaze grew more piercing, planning to uncover whatever that horrid tree was hiding.
Sadly, Khan's first inspection was as complete as they came. The tree's mana didn't carry anything specific or enlightening. It simply was a mutated being, which was somehow stable in that twisted form.
