"The Engineer"

The two War Maidens slowly entered the isolation chamber.

The chamber's flashing red warning lights reflected off their metal armor, outlining silhouettes that were both sacred and coldly severe.

With their arrival, the technicians stationed there immediately put away their instruments. They exchanged glances, curiosity and doubt still visible on their faces, but at the two maidens' signal, they said nothing. They quickly gathered their equipment and filed out of the chamber.

Buzz—whoosh—

The heavy security door closed behind them, its dull metallic reverberation echoing through the sealed space and cutting off every sound from outside.

The air inside the chamber seemed to freeze in an instant, leaving only the two maidens and the two bound survivors.

They did not move in haste. Instead, each stood before one survivor, their postures straight as Inquisitors in an ancient temple.

After a brief silence, they slowly raised their hands. Their fingertips trembled faintly, as though tracing some transcendent sigil.

The next instant, blazing, pure golden radiance erupted from their palms, like dawn breaking through darkness, swiftly filling the entire chamber.

The light was not dazzling. It was a gentle purity that seeped into the marrow.

The mad whispers lingering in the isolation chamber gradually weakened. The dark-skinned man, who had struggled like a beast moments ago, suddenly stiffened. Then the convulsions wracking his entire body slowly ceased, as if pain and madness were being driven away bit by bit by the light.

As for the burly man who had prayed without pause, his expression gradually calmed beneath the cleansing golden Psychic Power. His fanatical look was smoothed away, and his breathing steadily evened out.

When the light faded, only a faint afterglow flickered across the chamber walls.

The two survivors had already lost consciousness. Their heads hung quietly, their faces no longer