"I need to conduct an assessment of their mental state." Aristothos showed the guard his special Inquisitor privileges. "My superiors require an evaluation of the correction progress of the isolated personnel."
After checking the authorization, the guard allowed him into the isolation area.
When he saw Epsilon, the once wise and composed Creator was locked in a fierce struggle with some force within his own consciousness. His gaze alternated between clarity and chaos, and he was clearly enduring immense mental agony.
"Aristothos? How did you get here?" Epsilon's voice carried surprise, though his eyes remained somewhat confused. "I can feel something influencing my thoughts. Ideas that don't belong to me keep surfacing."
Aristothos swiftly checked the surroundings. Once he confirmed there were no surveillance devices, he immediately activated the Concept Seed Lin Ye had given him.
Golden light began to radiate from his consciousness, gently reaching into Epsilon's spiritual world.
"This is the control effect of the Consciousness Seed, but I can help you break free from it now," Aristothos explained in a low voice as he guided purifying energy to disperse the dark influence within Epsilon's mind.
The purification process proved more difficult than expected. The Consciousness Seed had already taken deep root in Epsilon's psyche, forming a complex control network. Whenever the golden light tried to clear away the darkness, it met fierce resistance.
"Hold on. It'll be over soon." Aristothos intensified the purification, and the existence-anchoring power contained within the Concept Seed began to take effect.
As the purification continued, Epsilon's eyes gradually regained their clarity. When the dark influence was completely driven out, flames of anger ignited in his gaze.
"Those damned bastards actually wanted to control even our thoughts!" Epsilon's voice was filled with rage and fear. "I almost became their puppet."
Aristothos quickly explained