At this moment, everyone present felt tense. Even Arkhan Land, who had led the team in deciphering the psychic control tower, was no exception. He did not know whether this recovered technological relic would function as expected.
Heavy breathing filled the air, punctuated by the beeping and whirring of machinery. As thick white mist gushed forth, the rooms holding the mortal cultists opened one after another, accompanied by the successive clatter of turning gears.
Then, the cultists emerged one by one. Their expressions were dazed, even apathetic, utterly devoid of their previous madness and hysteria.
Lox noticed that their once-twisted gazes had become calmer than ever, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
There was no hatred, no fear, nor the madness of those teetering on the edge of self-destruction.
"What would happen to cultists who worshiped the Warp's dark gods once they received the rationality thought imprint?"
"Could their false and evil faith be overwritten by the thought imprint?"
Lox was also curious about the answer. Would their frenzied faith overcome the thought imprint, or would the imprint suppress their blasphemous thoughts and turn them back into rational people?
If it could purge Chaos corruption, it would be an incredible invention.
Just as these thoughts ran through his mind, one of the cultists at the front slowly stepped out of the crowd.
Countless savage, terrifying tattoos covered his body, most of them eight-pointed Chaos stars. Lox also caught sight of a blurry book, as well as certain blasphemous beings resembling winged demons.
"This is a follower of the Changer of Ways. Among the dark gods, the one representing change is the strongest and most complex. Its nature makes its faith especially intricate; many variants are extensions of the Tzeentchian cults."
"I... what have I done?"
The cultist stared at his