The ground never stopped trembling, but Khan only focused on digging ahead. His damaged arm remained above his head, enveloped by the chaos claw spell to act as a drill, eventually bringing him back to the surface.
Khan forcefully pushed himself out of the ground, rising into the air while carrying the alien corpse. The area had already turned into a mess of cracks and holes that kept widening due to the endless earthquake, so he aimed for the dark sky to retain safe and stable footing.
Everything about Khan screamed in pain, and the corpse's weight didn't help. His body needed rest, but his mind fended off those troublesome sensations. He didn't only have to understand where he was. The previous speech put him in a pensive mood, making him ignore his suffering.
Cegnore's night sky stretched everywhere. Khan could see among that darkness, but no familiar landmarks appeared. He was lost, and the environment didn't hesitate to change.