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Mocus lay in the corner, his body riddled with bullet holes like a torn rag doll. Black, disgusting liquid oozed from his wounds, dripping onto the ground with a sticky sound, filling the air with a foul stench of decay. With each convulsion, he coughed up mouthfuls of fresh blood mixed with black, unknown substances, resembling grotesque clumps clinging to the blood, making one feel nauseous.
The three of them stood nervously in a circle, their eyes wide as they stared at Mocus, the sound of their heartbeats echoing in the silence of the cave. Raymond's hands gripped his gun tightly, the barrel aimed at Mocus without faltering. His knuckles turned white as his fingers trembled, as if he might pull the trigger again at any moment. Jonas stood at the forefront, his brow furrowed, confusion and unease filling his eyes.
"What have you become?" Jonas whispered, his voice hoarse and shaken, as if he could not comprehend the sight before him. His gaze was fixed on Mocus's twisted body, unable to believe that this had once been his teammate, a companion who had ventured into danger and explored the unknown alongside him.
Just then, Mocus's body suddenly convulsed violently, as if an invisible force surged within him. Jonas's eyes widened in shock as he saw something writhing madly beneath Mocus's chest, like a swarm of tiny worms crawling under his skin. The skin bulged unnaturally from these abnormal movements, as if it were about to burst open. The unnatural swelling grew larger with each spasm, causing Jonas to involuntarily step back, feeling an inexplicable chill rise from his feet.
"Oh my God..." Raymond gasped softly, his gaze locked onto Mocus's inflating chest. The black liquid surged more violently with each of Mocus's convulsions, seeping into his clothes and making him appear even more grotesque. Isabella covered her mouth with her hands, trembling in fear; her eyes could not tear away from the horrifying scene before her. Terror spread within her heart, making the cave feel even more suffocating.
Under their tense watch, the movement in Mocus's chest suddenly paused for a moment before his body jolted violently. His chest swelled dramatically as if something terrible was about to burst forth.
The three of them focused intently on Mocus's corpse; what should have been a still body was now pulsating incessantly as if it harbored some foreign entity within. Mocus's belly bulged into a grotesque arc before their eyes—fierce and distorted. Just as this bizarre inflation became increasingly frantic, everything suddenly froze as if time had solidified. Their taut nerves relaxed slightly; they breathed rapidly but dared not look away.
But in the next second, it was as if a hellish maw had opened wide—Mocus's belly exploded! A deafening sound tore through the air as flesh and entrails splattered everywhere like an ancient curse being unleashed. From his ruptured body emerged a black worm covered in blood and filth, launching itself out with wild writhing movements as if it had caught the scent of freedom.
"Damn it!" Jonas shouted instinctively; he quickly reacted by aiming his gun and almost reflexively pulling the trigger. The gunshot shattered the darkness of the cave; the bullet sliced through the air like lightning toward the terrifying worm. Time seemed to slow at that moment as the worm twisted and danced in midair, emitting an unidentifiable shriek. The bullet struck its body accurately; flesh exploded apart and black goo splattered everywhere as the worm’s body was brutally severed in two with a loud thud as it fell to the ground.
"Jonas, get back!" Raymond shouted in terror; he had already raised his gun and aimed at the remains on the ground. However, the severed worm did not die easily. Its front half twitched on the ground with eerie resilience, desperately writhing as if searching for its next prey. The ground was slick with black liquid—thick and foul-smelling—seeming to exude an odor of decay.
"What on earth is this thing?!" Isabella screamed as she stumbled back a few steps until her back pressed against the stone wall; there was no retreat.
Jonas’s expression turned cold; he tightened his grip on the gun, preparing to shoot again. His breath came in quick gasps while his heartbeat thundered in his ears. This was unlike any creature he had ever known; this monster had completely surpassed his understanding. The black worm resembled an evil spirit from the abyss—undying and twisting—as if it sought to crawl back into hell.
"What is this monster?" Raymond murmured, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His hands trembled slightly, and his vision began to blur, as if something was skimming through his mind. Just as he aimed again, a sharp pain shot through his arm, as if countless tiny claws were scratching beneath his skin, an unbearable itch spreading within him.
"Are you okay?" Jonas glanced at Raymond and saw his pale face and trembling hands, clearly losing control of his emotions.
"I... I don't know..." Raymond gasped, his gaze unfocused as he looked down at his hands, seeing nothing but that intolerable itch coursing through him. It felt like something was moving through his veins, heading straight for his heart.
Suddenly, the mercenary seemed to lose control, letting out a roar as he charged at the writhing Worm on the floor. He stomped down hard, mercilessly crushing the already severed Black Worm into the ground, his entire body shaking with rage. With a loud squelch, the Worm was obliterated, black fluid splattering everywhere, the stench filling the air. The mercenary wouldn't stop; his eyes bloodshot as if he had fallen into some kind of madness. He began to grind his foot into the remains of the Worm, black goo splattering onto his combat boots, droplets of liquid dripping from the edges of his shoes to the ground, as if some evil vitality still lingered.
"You damned thing, die!" he shouted through gritted teeth, each stomp aimed at erasing the Worm completely, leaving no chance for survival.
Jonas stood by silently with a cold gaze. He watched everything unfold without intervening or speaking. That damned Worm had tormented Mocus for too long; everyone felt a deep sense of helplessness and fear. The fury before them seemed like a reflexive emotional release in response to an unknown terror.
Isabella leaned against the wall nearby, her arms tightly wrapped around herself. Her face was pale as she could still feel Mocus's cold, clammy hand gripping her moments ago. Her breath quickened; fear churned in her chest, but she dared not speak or move. Her heart felt like it was about to leap from her chest.
Raymond stood nearby too, gun still pointed at the ground, hands trembling slightly. The nauseating itch persisted, but he forced himself to concentrate and ignore it. The air was thick with the foul odor of black fluid; everyone was surrounded by this smell as if some invisible pressure was tightening around their throats.
Finally, the mercenary stopped panting heavily, his foot still pressing down on the mushy remains of the Worm. The room fell silent suddenly, only their rapid breaths echoing against the cave walls. The brief calm felt like a thin mist covering the suffocating terror they had just experienced. Everyone stood still as if they could finally catch their breath in that moment.
But this tranquility was so fragile, like it could be shattered at any moment.
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