The reinforced room in the luxurious ship was deadly silent. No tremor or sound reached its smooth insides, but empty packs of food and a series of bottles littered its floor.
That litter cluttered the relatively small room, making its floor hard to navigate, but Khan's feet didn't touch it. He was above it, sitting cross-legged in mid-air with his eyes closed, exploring the secrets of his new body.
Levitating had become rather easy after over a week of training. It wasn't instinctive just yet, and Khan still felt conflicted about that newfound but already familiar ability. Still, that moment was bound to arrive as long as he worked out diligently.
Nevertheless, results had arrived. Khan didn't need to spend much mental energy triggering and keeping the ability active. He could focus on something else without risking falling or losing his balance, which was precisely what he was doing now.
