Khan floated through cold nothingness. A certain discomfort crept over him, but the sensation felt familiar, almost cozy.
The broken training hall expanded in Khan's vision as he floated down. The breach in the hull didn't throw him as far as he thought, but his kick was probably to blame for that. His attack had turned the internal pressure inside the structure into a mess, affecting that thrusting force.
A rain of black metal shards hid among the space's darkness, occasionally reflecting the light of distant stars or from the nearby space station. Meanwhile, the training hall kept shattering since nothing could save its cracked surfaces from the additional erosion.
More shards joined the invisible and shimmering cloud. The training hall had completely lost its floor and almost a quarter of its walls, and the mana barrier had broken immediately, filling the area with intact debris.
