"Very well," Cekt approved, his countenance calm and undisturbed.
The instant the Soul Slave Seal controlling Epsilom and Hade's thoughts and movements dissolved, the aura of Epsilom's energy undulated notably, signaling his reawakening.
"Thanks, master," the disciple bowed swiftly, his embarrassment overwhelming him to the point of avoiding the alien elder's gaze. "I'm truly ashamed for being caught off guard so easily."
With a gratified smile, Cekt encouraged him to rise straight with a telekinetic gesture.
"The fault is mine for leading you into such peril without prior reconnaissance," the Wendok admitted, not shy of recognizing his part in the misadventure. His expression sobered as he solemnly queried, "How do you feel?"
Probing his body and mind with focused concentration, Epsilom finally disclosed, "I can only maintain lucidity for another hour or two. Beyond that, even if the virus is removed, the corruption will overcome my sanity."
