Instantly, a heavy silence passed between them.
A chilling atmosphere filled the room.
"What do you mean?" Haley asked, his voice dead and flat as he glared at the old scientist.
The scientist swallowed hard in fear but forced himself to speak. He tried to steady his thoughts enough to say the words clearly.
"My master, I speak the truth… This power is far beyond control. If I amplify the Dancer's corruption even slightly, no one will be able to restrain it. They'll go mad."
Haley inhaled deeply after a few seconds, but a trace of discomfort and doubt lingered in his eyes.
"Then why was he still able to control it… as if nothing could affect him?"
…
This time, the scientist managed to collect himself, grounding his thoughts by focusing on his work.
He began to explain slowly.
