The communication was answered quickly, and the squad members returned one after another.
Mio and Elysia were the last to arrive.
As they stepped out of the teleportation light, both had already entered a combat-ready state.
The Halo behind Mio rotated soundlessly, radiating a holy yet frigid glow. Silver-white streams of data flowed through her eyes as she scanned Neos's entire body with Judgment Mechanism authority, focusing on the relentless dark-red psionic energy.
Elysia gripped her radiant longbow, with an arrow of pure energy loosely nocked on the string. Its tip trembled faintly, locked onto the potential threats in the area.
Her usual gentle smile had vanished, and her pink hair drifted lightly in the energy surging around her.
In the end, both their gazes fixed on Neos—or, more accurately, on the wildly restless dark-red energy within him that felt utterly out of place.
"Neos!" Mio's voice carried an echo. "The Abyssal Corruption index within you is extremely high. Explain yourself immediately!"
Elysia said nothing, but the light on her bowstring solidified further. Her sharp gaze shifted toward the unfamiliar woman standing beside Neos—Sandora.
She was the only unknown variable present, and standing so close to the corrupted Neos was enough to put Elysia on the highest alert.
Neos had just opened his eyes. With Sandora's intervention, the psionic energy within him had begun to return to his control, the crimson psionic energy gradually being consumed by blue psionic energy.
Malcador was the first to rush to his side. Supporting Neos by the arm, he frowned tightly. "How are you?"
"My divinity has been shaken, and my psionic energy is in disorder. I need time to sort it out." Neos waved a hand, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Gorda strode over with his battle axe resting on his shoulder, faint energy