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With John and his companions silently observing the large open area below, they witnessed a disturbing ritual. A group of Skaven devoutly knelt on the ground, their heads bowed and bodies motionless, as if expressing endless worship to an unimaginable power. These rat-like creatures surrounded a particularly unique individual who appeared to be their priest.
At the priest's feet lay an indescribably grotesque pile of flesh and blood, of unknown origin, yet assembled into a nauseating mass. The flesh appeared to be torn and reassembled from over a hundred different creatures, haphazardly and chaotically stacked together. Most chilling of all, John felt as though the flesh was still breathing, each piece weakly pulsating as if possessing its own life, each movement resembling a painful breath, emitting a faint yet unsettling sound.
All of this made John and the others feel an unprecedented sense of unease and fear, as the air was filled with a suffocating aura of evil. The priest was conducting some kind of ancient and dark ritual in front of this pile of indescribable flesh and blood, seemingly summoning or activating a force that should not exist in this world. This scene, like a nightmare from the depths of the abyss, only strengthened the vigilance and determination in John and his companions' hearts. They knew they had to stop all of this.
As the hoarse and nauseating voice of the rat-like priest spread through the air, all the rat people seemed to start nodding and swaying as if they were being summoned, emitting a series of squeaks and chirps. Their movements seemed to be responding to the priest's call, as if it were a disturbing ritualistic resonance. Each rat person's movement appeared unusually coordinated, and this scene was even more chilling to John and the others.
The rat-man priest, dressed in tattered priestly robes adorned with dazzling chaotic runes, stood before an altar constructed of bones and decaying flesh. Behind him was a mural made of a mixture of human and rat-man bones, depicting the absurd scenes of the chaotic deities, with the gods contorting and mocking order and light.
The priest's voice was deep and hoarse, each word filled with contempt and blasphemy towards life. In his hand, he held a staff carved with countless anguished faces, and with each swing of the staff, the pained faces seemed to cry out silently in agony. As the priest's incantations intensified, the green light emanating from the rat-men not only writhed and coalesced into a sphere of light, but also formed twisted faces within the sphere, seemingly embodying the sacrificial victims' final despair and terror.
John observed all of this, and a fear surged within him like a tide. Involuntarily, he recalled his previous experiences in the subspace, where chaos was more pure and primal. But the scene before him was a materialization of that fear, closer and more terrifying. He felt his breath quicken, and his grip on the weapon tightened due to nervousness. Despite this, John knew that he and his teammates had an important mission. They had to pass through this chaos of fear and evil and destroy the device that initiated everything.
Soon, clusters of green light emerged from the rat people and converged towards the priest's feet. The green light wriggled as if alive, and then these lights merged into green orbs. These orbs floated slowly and eventually flew towards a distant area shrouded in green chaotic energy, as if it were the source of the rat people's transmission and power. As these orbs dispersed, the space seemed to undergo subtle changes. The entire space was filled with this ominous green light, giving the sense of an impending abyss about to open.
John tensed his body, crouching on the ancient and fragile roof. His voice was low and urgent, every word conveying the tense atmosphere of an impending battle. "Do you see where those orbs of light are heading? That must be the location of the teleportation device!" His gaze was sharp like that of a hawk, fixed on the area filled with evil chaotic energy, their destination for this mission.
Taktron swiftly operated on his tactical tablet, his fingers sliding rapidly across the screen, attempting to pinpoint the exact location from various data. "Based on the direction and distance, it's very likely." His eyes occasionally lifted from the tablet, meeting John's gaze, the unspoken trust and determination between them understood without words.
Alixia stood aside, her voice carrying a noticeable calm and determination. "We must quickly destroy these rituals to continue... so that the transmission ritual on the other side will surely slow down as a result." Her eyes sparkled with the fire of battle, filled with determination and unwavering commitment to the task at hand.
At this moment, there were no unnecessary words between the four of them. They each checked their equipment, confirmed each other's positions, and then tacitly set off towards the source of that evil energy. They knew that ahead awaited not only chaotic enemies, but also hope and rebirth for the future. At this critical moment, every step was crucial, and every second could not be wasted. Their actions not only determined their own life and death, but also the future of the entire planet.
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