"What the—!"
"Amar!"
"What’s wrong with him?"
The men inside the room reacted very quickly upon seeing their second-in-command suddenly fall face-first to the ground without apparent reason.
Although they were drunk and were enjoying themselves at the table, they had never ceased to keep their guard up, always on alert that even if a hundred military soldiers or a monster the size of a house were to befall them right now, they could fight back without problem and even win.
However, no one had anticipated Amar to suddenly collapse.
And the only person who was next to him was the woman their Commander brought into the room!
Aisha glanced around the room. The mood had changed. The idle conversation filled with laughter and spewing of hearty curses had ended. And their eyes burned like fire. The room had become a cage full of enraged beasts with the hair bristling on ends. The smell of murder permeated from their bodies like thick armor.
"That’s enough," Nykos’ voice said.
He stood beside her, foot nudging Amar on the floor. After he was sure his second-in-command wasn’t dead, he finally glanced at his men.
The men lowered their gazes, toning down their murderous aura until it fizzled out into thin air as though nothing actually happened. They sat back down obediently and restarted their activity.
"Man, did he pass out drunk?"
Aisha saw the red-haired man with hooped earrings crouch down beside Amar. He poked the passed-out man with a finger, and when he realized that he wasn’t getting any reaction, a grin spread across his face.
’Pa’
Nykos’ face was stone.
"Vince," he growled out, and the red-haired man named Vince looked up.
"Haha, sorry, Boss." Vince grinned even more before he grabbed Amar’s sleeping figure off the ground. "I couldn’t resist. It’s the first time he’s so unguarded."
Ignoring him, Nykos turned to Aisha and asked, "Did you do something to him?"
She glared at him. "What?"
"He’s high on sensation. But... there’s no sign of a Rampage."
Aisha eyed Nykos suspiciously. But he didn’t look like he was joking. Having increased sensation meant overuse of power and overload. The next would be a mental pollution that would then throw a Sentinel into the first stage of a Rampage. If they weren’t careful, they’d end up fully berserking.
And if they were unlucky, the miasma energy that was around would gather inside their mental landscape. It would invade their bodies and start to corrupt them, slowly devouring and taking over the body like a vessel. If the miasma gained control of a Sentinel, they would then become a threat that was similar to corrupted beasts, solely acting on their desires without emotion.
Dead within and out, only piloted by the dark energy within.



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