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As the ritual progressed, Mother Joya's behavior next to Darius became increasingly wild and intense. Her body twisted violently in the air, as if grappling with an unseen beast. Every movement was filled with primal strength and savagery, as if she were no longer a frail old woman, but had transformed into a wild sorceress.
The animalistic sounds emanating from Mother Joya's mouth grew more frequent and chaotic, at times a bear's low growl, shaking the entire cabin; at others, a snow leopard's piercing scream, aggressive and ear-piercing; and then shifting to the long bellow of a stag and the jarring call of a raven. Each sound seemed to convey the savagery and power of ancient spirits.
However, when the ritual reached its climax, Mother Jaya's body suddenly seemed to be drained of all strength, shaking violently before appearing extremely weak. At this moment, the phantom images of the bear and snow leopard behind her began to slowly dissipate, as if the spirits they represented refused to further intervene. Although the phantoms of the stag, raven, and squirrel continued to flicker, their light also appeared increasingly dim, as if they could disappear at any moment.
Gragas stood by, watching all of this, his mood shifting from nervous to anxious. He did not know if Mother Jaya's intense distortion and wild performance foreshadowed Darius's fate heading towards a dead end. His heart was filled with unease and anger, yet he was powerless, only able to silently await the results of Mother Jaya's ritual.
Joey's mother's ritual continued, and the crow's phantom disappeared like smoke for a moment. Her movements became even more peculiar. Suddenly, she lowered her body, almost crouching on the ground, like a wild animal driven by instinct, and began sniffing incessantly around Darius. Her breathing was rapid as she pressed close to Darius's face, deeply inhaling his scent, as if searching for a specific signal or hint. Her actions were frantic and chaotic, and with each sniff, her eyes became more and more astonished.
Then, Joey's mother suddenly stopped, her face showing a look of astonishment, as if she had discovered an incredible secret in her exploration. At that moment, the squirrel phantom behind her trembled, then quietly dissipated into the air, leaving only the faint image of a stag.
Joanna's mother's expression changed from astonishment to contemplation. Her eyes were deep and complex, as if she had read some indescribable story or fate on Darius. Gragas stood by, filled with unease and confusion, not knowing what Joanna's mother's actions meant, or whether it was good or bad for Darius. He could only wait quietly.
Meanwhile, the only remaining phantom of the stag flickered behind Joanna's mother, but its light also became increasingly dim, as if it could vanish with the wind at any moment. Joanna's mother's breathing was rapid, her body trembling as if struggling with some invisible force.
Joanna's mother stood next to Darius, staring at him with a serious expression. As time passed, the phantom of a stag behind her gradually became stronger and more apparent, as if this spirit had a special interest in Darius. The phantom slowly separated from Joanna's mother, expanding and ultimately transforming into a huge white stag spirit, appearing before everyone.
This stag had magnificent and symmetrical antlers, emitting a warm and gentle light that illuminated the entire room. This light brought a sense of primal, ancient power, making everything in the room appear sacred and solemn. Gragas stood to the side, feeling an unprecedented calm and peace, surrounded by this warm power, filled with hope and comfort.
The white stag's spirit gently approached the lying Darius on the table, its eyes filled with compassion and wisdom, as if it could see through everything. Its deer nose lightly touched Darius's forehead, and a soft light flowed from its antlers, slowly entering Darius's body. This light, like the water of life, gently nourished Darius's wounds, filling the entire room with a mysterious and miraculous atmosphere.
In this sacred moment, Gragas felt a deep sense of awe in his heart. He knew that it was the spirits of Freljord in action, trying to save Darius in their own way. At that moment, he deeply felt the power of nature and the mysterious and profound connection between life.
At this sacred and solemn moment, Mother Joa seems to be infected by this mysterious power, unconsciously kneeling on the ground, her expression a mix of awe and wonder. Her gaze follows the movements of the white stag closely, as if in the presence of this sacred creature, all her strength and dignity become insignificant.
At this moment, the white stag slowly raises its head, its eyes filled with depth and wisdom. Those spiritual eyes turn to the side, seemingly communicating silently with Gragas. Gragas feels himself being drawn in by this mysterious gaze, a feeling of indescribable emotion surging in his heart.
Suddenly, Gragas felt a powerful and irresistible force, as if it came from the most primal call of nature, causing him to kneel involuntarily. His heart was filled with awe, as well as an unprecedented sense of connection. Under the gaze of the white stag, Gragas felt thoroughly seen, with all his secrets, fears, and hopes laid bare.
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