A black dot that had originally been no larger than a sesame seed rapidly expanded. Pitch-black tendrils spread toward the core of consciousness, attempting to seize complete control of their hosts' thoughts and actions.
Victor was the first to be struck. A strange black gleam suddenly flashed through his eyes, his red battle armor began to change color, and the conceptual runes were gradually corroded by darkness.
"Ah...!" Victor let out a pained scream, clutching his head in both hands. "My head... there's something inside...!"
The aura of his power began to undergo a fundamental change. The red radiance that had represented the concept of war was swallowed by darkness, replaced by a pure will of destruction.
Marcus's situation was no better. The spatial fragments around him began spinning wildly, no longer forming orderly geometric patterns but chaotic vortices of destruction. His gaze turned vacant and cold, as if his original personality were rapidly vanishing.
"Senior Marcus?" Aristothos tried to call out to his companion, but received no response.
Odin's transformation was the most drastic. The lightning around him changed from gold to pitch-black, every bolt carrying malicious destructive intent. His dignified face twisted into a savage expression, and the light of justice that had once shone from him vanished completely.
"Destruction... everything should return to nothingness..." Odin's voice became low and sinister, no longer carrying the sound of thunder it once had.
Through the Eye of Spacetime, Mephistopheles witnessed the horrifying changes, and her face instantly turned pale as paper. "This is bad! They've been completely controlled!"
She could clearly see the fierce battle raging deep within the three men's souls. Their original conscious personalities were being devoured by some evil existence, and defeat was already inevitable.
"This is the true terror of the Consciousness Seed." Fear laced Mephistopheles's