Stain

The tension of the battlefield fell on Khan, but he felt something different in that symphony. Animals and plants experienced emotions differently, and the colors in Khan's eyes reflected that. 

The trees conveyed a primordial vibe. Khan found no reason in that symphony. Only lingering aggression and wariness existed in that environment, and he became their main attraction.

Khan could also feel how the many hidden eyes were disregarding the jeep and the pilot. Everything was on him, and only one explanation existed for that instinctive behavior.

'They know I'm the main threat,' Khan understood as the jeep dived deeper into the trees.

Reports couldn't match the magic of Abora's environment. The trees' pale-brown trunks stood tall and straight, even if they gave off flexible vibes. All kinds of plants encircled them, assaulting Khan's eyes with green, purple, and yellow colors.