Khan's presence acted like a brush that painted anything it touched purple-red. Seemingly aimless gales of air and mana gained his iconic shades, growing brighter as they echoed his chilling anger.
The purple-red gales expanded randomly from Khan's figure, almost resembling thick tentacles that stretched into the distance. Still, the area as a whole experienced their influence, albeit not in a forceful manner.
Part of the landmass changed color on its own, abiding by Khan's desires. The world resonated with his aura, aiding him in unleashing his chosen effects.
The landmass broke, and the same went for the grey sand below. Cracks opened everywhere as the ground started bleeding, releasing white, dark, and purple-red trails of smoke toward the sky.
That wasn't part of a spell or technique. Khan's mere presence was causing that while purple-red gales continued to expand from his figure, growing dimmer and fainter as they reached for more distant areas.
