Arriving back in the kitchen, Khan gently closed the door as his back slammed to the wall.
At the back of his neck, sweat droplets could be seen dripping down as he heaved a sigh of relief when suddenly his eyes widened in shock as he jerked upwards from the wall.
Eyes in shock, Khan mouth opened wide as he couldn't believe what he just did. Never had he felt this feeling before.
Standing before the princess, it was like standing before an insurmountable mountain. It was a feeling he had never felt before.
Not even when standing before a being countless times stronger than he was, not even when surrounded by a hundred men ready to die to make he's dead.
The plate In his hands automatically dropped, shattering to pieces in his hands as Khan looked at his fist, snapping them close as green veins bulged on his hands.
"This… What type of weakness is this?" Khan mused, taking in a deep breath in before he ultimately relaxed himself.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!