Or?

The natural mana didn't need to take a specific form in its current state. The monsters had already shaped it to represent the chaos element perfectly. Khan only had to wish for it to trigger a series of explosions.

The symphony churned and screamed, generating incomplete and unstable spells that immediately detonated. Tens of wolves remained trapped in that scorching and violent mana, often dying under its might.

Fuming blood and gore shot all around Khan, even affecting the areas many meters from him. A few Thilku had happened to be nearby, but the explosions didn't touch them. Body parts flew above their heads or fell on their uniforms, but no one dared to move.

Khan barely looked at the destruction he had created, but realizations reached his mind anyway. He had found the answer to a doubt that had afflicted him for a while, and its simplicity almost made him curse.