Khan didn't have the chance or time to dodge. The sparks slammed on his chest and exploded, ravaging his flesh while flinging him down. He tried to summon his cells' power to stop his momentum, but his body opposed him as if rejecting his authority.
Khan flew down until his back crashed on the crater's charred floor. That dark surface burned his skin, but his body still didn't move. Pain resumed invading his mind, but greater worries claimed his attention.
'Who are you?' Khan tried to hiss, but his words remained stuck in his brain. 'Where are you? How dare you oppose us?'
Strangely enough, those thoughts felt more distant now. Khan found his own voice unfamiliar, as if it belonged to something else, someone he should have recognized. Someone who didn't hesitate to reply.
'You are but a fleeting consciousness of something I have killed,' Khan heard in his mind in his now-unfamiliar voice. 'This scarred body doesn't belong to you.'
