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Everything was dark. Waves of black smoke surged and filled every corner of Khan's vision, but he could still see. Of course, he wasn't inspecting the scene with his eyes. He actually kept them closed as he let his mind experience the mana around him.

The smoke wasn't natural. A series of explosions might have caused such a vast and dense discharge of gas, but the mana told Khan a different truth.

The mana didn't simply hover in the area. That energy was part of the smoke and forced it to shoot upward. The pattern reminded Khan of a spell, but it had an artificial taste that he didn't overlook.

'Someone wants the smoke to keep flowing in these directions,' Khan thought as his light steps kept him above the surface.

Khan was performing small jumps on the dense currents of mana around him. He couldn't put too much strength since those footholds wouldn't be able to endure it, but that didn't change his situation. He was basically flying among the smoke.