Thomas looked down, sobering up. "Then… they'll be okay?"
"I stabilised them. But they'll need time.
He stood up, looking at the group of battered talents.
"These aren't ordinary geniuses. They survived exposure to something most gods wouldn't dare approach. They might become valuable allies… or enemies. But I'll give them the choice."
Thomas blinked. "You're planning to recruit them?"
"If they're smart."
Apollo turned away and crossed his arms.
If they're smart."
Apollo turned away and crossed his arms.
"If not… well, I did save their lives. That debt will need to be paid, whether they like it or not."
He saved the five that he selected before, and the rest can be called lucky. Slowly the geniuses started to regain their consciousness. He already carefully looked through them and didn't find any mysterious power, but still he needed to be careful, as who knows what that monstrous entity did with them?
And then—
First among them seemed to regain consciousness.
