Ian's expression had already darkened.
The contamination within Titus had only remained dormant for three months.
It had clearly been suppressed before, yet it erupted just after Edmund was put down.
'Is this a coincidence? Or...' He glanced at Gaga on his shoulder.
The little creature's silver-gray eyes were also filled with solemnity.
"Ian, could it be that old geezer... pulling strings in secret?"
Ian didn't answer.
He turned and walked toward the bedroom door, the hem of his dark gray long robe sweeping across the floor and kicking up fine dust.
"We'll know once we take a look."
The moment he pushed the door open, he suddenly stopped.
'The Abyssal contamination in Titus's mind has already developed a degree of sentience... and it's Level Four Contamination.'
It likely possessed the instincts to lie dormant, camouflage itself, and counterattack at an opportune moment, just like a living creature.
