The loud and intense sound of an alarm permeated the room, and as they each turned to see what was going on, they instantly saw the head part of the image depicting Atticus on the screen frantically blinking red.

This sequence of events was perfectly followed by the form of Atticus inside the pod suddenly jerking as his body immediately started shaking with intensity.

"Zarathustra!" Isabella's loud worried scream instantly rocked the room, but the one she was talking to was already way ahead of her as he ran multiple possible scenarios in his head, reaching an acceptable conclusion in under a second.

"It's specimen X. I had only suspected that it was sentient, but this definitely confirms it. It's trying to take control of the boy," Zarathustra calmly deduced. Throughout the whole process, his calm expression hadn't once changed.

"Master Zarathustra! His condition is worsening! We have to stop this now!" one of the scientists yelled while watching as Atticus's live status numbers kept on rapidly reducing every second.

"You would do no such thing. Wait," Zarathustra instantly lashed out, his gaze not once leaving the screen.

Although he might seem calm, if those knowledgeable about the Enigmalnk family bloodline see his current glowing green eyes, they would know that the number of thoughts currently going through Zarathustra's head was staggering.

And this was even more so because it was Zarathustra himself, one of the brightest minds in the human domain.

"Zarathustra!"

"Zarathustra!"

The incessant screams of Isabella and the loud alarms permeating the room became a muted symphony as Zarathustra got completely lost in his thoughts.

But not even a few seconds passed before Zarathustra suddenly felt a forceful hand grip his right shoulder from behind, pulling him suddenly.

The sound of Isabella's cold voice instantly sounded.

"Zarathustra, I swear if anything happens to that boy, I-" But before Isabella could finish speaking, Zarathustra suddenly screamed in anger,

"Would you fucking shut up! Are you on your period or something!? I'm trying to fucking think!"

The whole room descended into a weird silence after that as each of the scientists turned to face the duo. Only the alarming sound of the monitor kept on sounding.

As soon as Zarathustra finished speaking, Isabella's gaze turned icy as an oppressive aura suddenly erupted out of her form, her gaze glowing a bright shade of red.

Isabella's voice suddenly turned strained as she took a step closer to Zarathustra threateningly, "End this now. If anything happens to him"

But Zarathustra didn't even allow her to finish this time either as he interrupted, "So? What would you do then?" Zarathustra didn't back off.

His form also erupted, radiating a similarly oppressive aura. His light green eyes glowed even brighter as his hair started rising upwards, followed by the random materials in the surrounding suddenly getting suspended in the air.

Even though Zarathustra's forte lied in research, his combat capabilities wasn't lacking in anyway.

The other scientists immediately backed away from the duo. Compared to them, they were all insanely weak.

But just as their auras were about to clash, a voice, calm and deep, suddenly sounded, immediately stopping the unfolding scene.

"Zarathustra," Harrison suddenly called out.

Zarathustra instantly released his aura, turned, and immediately bowed in respect towards Harrison. "Vice principal," he greeted.

"What's the current best mode of action to take?" Harrison didn't waste any time and instantly went straight to the point.

What happened had already happened and there was no going back. He would rather find a solution to the problem instead of wasting time fighting over useless trivial issues.

Zarathustra's response was immediate, "Specimen X has already encompassed the boy. It's already too late to stop it without causing any adverse effects on him. It is clear it's targeting the kid's mind, so I would like to believe that everything would depend on how strong his will is. Now, there's nothing we can do but hope for the best," Zarathustra calmly explained.

There was not a hint of guilt in his tone. Yes, he had been the one to give the order, but he was against this in the first place. It was Harrison who decided everything.

"Isabella," just as Isabella was about to erupt once again, she was stopped by the sound of Harrison calling her name.

"Da-" Isabella's words paused as she suddenly turned and locked eyes with Harrison's intense gaze.

His words were succinct and simple, "Wait."

Isabella took in a deep breath and retracted her aura in the next instant, and without saying anything, she turned her gaze back towards the screen, her eyes focusing on Atticus's jerking form, her fists clenched.

The room descended into palpable silence as each of them focused their gazes on the screen.

Meanwhile, the boy they were all watching was currently in a surreal situation. If Atticus had felt alone before, his current situation felt even worse than before.

Now, Atticus felt like he was the only thing that existed in the whole cosmos. Everywhere he looked was nothingness.

At the same time, he felt completely trapped as though every single one of his actions was being scrutinized and watched.

It felt as though something was trying to influence his every action as though it was trying to control him.

There weren't that many things that Atticus hated in this world, and one of these very few things was being a puppet.

Atticus had developed intense hatred for it, and he knew deep inside him that this was because of his current situation on Eldoralth.

He still hadn't known why he was brought to Eldoralth in the first place, and he didn't have to be a genius to know that he was probably being monitored.

Thinking about it was making Atticus want to erupt. It was eruption inducing.

And Atticus did just that; he erupted.

Closing his eyes, a deep red wave suddenly radiated outwards from Atticus's head, spreading out in all directions.

Atticus had unleashed his will, and it went without saying that the scream that immediately rocked Atticus's mindscape was earth-shaking.