Time rewound to the fifth day of Dilos's illness.
In fact, Dilos's fever had already subsided, but for some reason, he simply would not wake up.
He lay in his hospital bed all the time, occasionally wearing a pained expression, as though he were trapped in a nightmare he could not awaken from.
In fact, Dilos really was having a nightmare—a truly terrifying one.
Having realized this, Charles and Jean had tried to use telepathy to connect to Dilos's mind and wake him. But the moment either of them extended their psychic power, Dilos's body suddenly erupted with a massive burst of blinding golden light. The instant it touched them, the light violently flung them into the wall.
That powerful repulsive force had nearly knocked them unconscious on the spot.
Even so, Charles and Jean were left dizzy and disoriented. Never mind Jean, who was comparatively young—Charles himself was over seventy, and he already had a physical disability. Being flung into the wall along with his wheelchair by Dilos had left him in terrible pain. If his Mutant physique had not been somewhat stronger than that of an ordinary person, his condition might have worsened because of it.
"We can be certain that Dilos isn't being controlled by someone with some strange psychic ability."
After being helped back into his wheelchair, Charles endured the pain coursing through his body and said, "It should be a psychological issue that's causing him to remain trapped in a nightmare."
"Isn't there any better way?"
At that moment, Qin Jiayin, Chloe, Clark, and the rest of the X-Men had all gathered in the underground infirmary. Upon hearing this, the tension that had only just eased returned at once.
For a superpowered individual at Dilos's level, setting aside his absurdly powerful physical strength, if his