The statement acted as another order that echoed throughout the very fabric of that separate universe.
Nevertheless, words alone couldn't shatter the fabric of a God. Khan's ascension had granted him innate authority over the world, but even he had to make an effort to enforce it.
Yet, Khan's lightning bolts existed for that reason and followed through with his wishes. The scarlet sparks that surged from his black fingernails grew even higher, creating something that most spells would fail to match.
The lightning bolts rose before converging. The five trails of crackling energy gathered into an unstable mass of sparks far above Khan's head, which expanded as more of that strange fuel flowed into it.
Clouds had been iconic to Khan's element. That was the shape his chaos preferred to assume when it opted for its more unrestrained form.
