The crack was tiny, barely a blemish on that otherwise completely unharmed figure.
No drops of blood actually oozed out of that wound, either. Some of that liquid became visible, but it didn't have the time to flow down since the glowing pitch-black smoke immediately fixed it.
Yet, wounds at that level had a deeper meaning. In a way, bodies were physical representations or mere shells of grander, ethereal existences. Hurting them signified the ability to touch upon those superior statuses, providing the confirmation Khan needed.
Despite the Maker's divine heritage, Khan could make him bleed. Therefore, he could kill him. The alien was undeniably strong, stronger than anyone Khan had ever faced. However, they stood in the same realm.
That meant that Khan didn't need enlightenment or further evolution. He didn't have to transform again somehow to be able to affect that opponent.
Khan was already there. He only had to be the better fighter, and there finally was some progress.
