You're Really Good at Lying Low

They had been parasitized by Mind Flayer Tadpoles!

"Why are there so many?" Anse was utterly shocked. This was just one neighborhood in the Lower City.

But he quickly noticed something else. The three had not mutated much yet, and their consciousness remained intact. They had definitely been parasitized for less than an hour.

The Nautiloid Ship had crashed several hours ago.

He walked over to Osborne, pulled him into a corner, and whispered, "Three people have been parasitized. It may have been less than an hour."

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"Can they still be saved?" Osborne was startled, then immediately caught on. "Less than an hour?"

"Probably." Anse did not make any promises.

After being parasitized by a Mind Flayer Tadpole, a person retained their self-awareness and could move freely within the first hour. After that, the process became irreversible.

However, because different creatures had different constitutions, the duration for which their consciousness persisted varied. Even so, few could hold out for more than a day.

After confirming the targets, Osborne hurried over to the elderly Kzinti nicknamed Old Sergeant Major. The two muttered to each other for a minute before splitting up again.

The old Kzinti led several young adults toward the crowd. Once they approached their targets, they worked in pairs and subdued all three Parasites at once.

They still had their awareness, after all, and did not resist. Once pinned down, they let out despairing wails.

They knew they had been parasitized!

If someone was parasitized while conscious, they could clearly sense the process, watching helplessly as a Mind Flayer Tadpole burrowed into their brain through their nostrils, eyes, and other openings. It was terrifying and despairing.