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Jonas and the others were intently examining the 3D map on the tablet, discussing their next course of action. In the dimly lit cave, the beam of the spotlight faintly illuminated the murals beside the stone door, but no one paid attention to these ancient artworks, except for Mocus.
Mocus seemed drawn by some unseen force, his gaze inadvertently pulled toward the weathered murals. He slowly approached the stone door, his fingers gently brushing over the ancient carvings. These marks had long since eroded and blurred, appearing to have endured countless storms, yet at the moment Mocus's fingers made contact, a strange sensation surged within him.
In an instant, scenes from thousands of years ago flashed in Mocus's mind. He saw a group of terrified people, their faces etched with despair and fear, desperately trying to close the massive stone door. Their movements were frantic and chaotic, as if they were fleeing from an indescribable horror.
The stone door gradually closed, and as the last gap sealed shut, a deafening wail erupted from behind it—filled with pain and rage, as if some dreadful entity was trapped on the other side. Upon hearing this sound, those people recoiled in terror and despair before swiftly fleeing, disappearing from Mocus's view.
At that moment, Mocus's focus returned to the mural before him. To his astonishment, the once-faded patterns began to clarify. The mural depicted a black object with an indistinct shape, resembling a colossal creature formed by countless writhing Black Worms. This dark entity loomed over several individuals whose faces were contorted in expressions of unbearable agony.
A chill raced up Mocus's spine; the imagery in the mural filled him with profound unease and dread. He could not comprehend what this black object represented, but he sensed an inexplicable connection to the whispers echoing in his mind.
"What is this..." Mocus murmured softly, his voice laced with confusion and terror.
As he stared at the mural, filled with anxiety and uncertainty, he suddenly felt someone behind him shouting loudly. The voice was rough and urgent, spoken in a language he had never heard before—full of fear and desperation—as if warning him to leave this place quickly.
Mocus's mind spiraled into chaos; the voice seemed to transcend time and space, piercing directly into his consciousness. His heart raced, and his breathing quickened. The shouts grew more frantic, as if urging him to flee from this forbidden place. Mocus felt himself no longer standing as a modern man in this cave but rather as an ancient soul from memory, compelled by some terrifying force.
In his panic, he sensed that the figure from his memory was about to turn and run, its steps hurried and disordered. An image flashed in his mind—the silhouette of that person desperately trying to escape, filled with fear and despair. Yet just as they took a step forward, an immense force yanked at their feet as if gripped by an invisible hand.
Mocus felt a violent tug that sent him crashing to the ground; his body slammed against the cold surface. His vision blurred suddenly as darkness swallowed the surrounding light. Almost immediately, he felt countless cold, slimy sensations crawling up his body from all directions. Looking down, he saw innumerable black Worms surging toward him from every angle, rapidly covering him entirely.
These Worms had smooth skin coated in ominous slime; their sheer number seemed endless. Mocus felt them scuttling across his skin; their writhing touch filled him with extreme revulsion and fear. He struggled desperately to shake off these bizarre creatures clinging to him like parasites but found them firmly attached to his skin—impossible to escape.
Even more terrifying was the fact that the Worms began to gnaw at his body with their mandibles. Those small, sharp jaws were like countless tiny blades, mercilessly piercing his skin and tearing at his flesh. Mocus felt a heart-wrenching pain as the Worms greedily feasted on him, each bite bringing excruciating agony, as if his body were being sliced apart by innumerable razor-sharp shards.
He opened his mouth to scream, but it felt as if something was lodged in his throat, preventing any sound from escaping. His consciousness was gradually consumed by pain and fear, and everything around him began to blur, with only the figures of the Black Worms writhing before his eyes. The Worms seemed filled with endless malice, and their bites made Mocus feel as though he was losing control of his body, as if he were about to be completely devoured by these bizarre creatures.
Suddenly, just as Mocus was engulfed by endless terror and his body went rigid, a pair of strong hands clapped him on the shoulder from behind. In that moment, Mocus's heart raced, and he tensed up as if those dreadful Worms had returned to him. He turned sharply to see Raymond standing behind him, wearing a strange expression that suggested he had no idea what Mocus was going through.
Mocus's eyes still reflected fear; he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle and let out a startled cry. His voice echoed in the cave, deafeningly loud, instantly drawing the attention of the other team members. But he quickly realized he had lost his composure and awkwardly lowered his head, trying to mask his inner turmoil.
"I'm sorry, I... I was just thinking," Mocus explained softly, his tone carrying a hint of forced calmness as he tried not to let his voice tremble.
However, inside him was a whirlwind of confusion and irritation. Raymond's sudden touch sparked an inexplicable annoyance within him, as if he had been roughly yanked from a nightmare where everything felt so real and terrifying.
Noticing Mocus's unusual behavior, Raymond frowned slightly but said nothing further. Instead, he attempted to ease the earlier awkwardness with a light tone: "You've been standing here for quite a while. I thought I'd come over and check on you."
As he spoke, he glanced at Mocus out of the corner of his eye, seemingly trying to assess what was troubling him. Although Raymond's tone was casual, Mocus sensed the underlying concern and curiosity.
"It's nothing; it's just... something about this place is bothering me," Mocus forced a smile that barely concealed his tension.
Raymond observed Mocus's demeanor with a somewhat peculiar expression. He didn't fully understand why Mocus was so on edge but still tried to lighten the mood: "Hey, relax a bit, man. I just noticed you standing here for too long and wanted to check in on you. Didn't expect such a big reaction."
Raymond's tone was easygoing with a hint of jest, but Mocus felt an unexpected flare of anger ignite within him—an emotion that came out of nowhere and surprised even himself. He quickly suppressed it, not allowing it to show on his face, merely managing to force another smile: "Thanks, Raymond. I guess I'm just... tired. This place is a bit unsettling."
Raymond chuckled lightly and patted Mocus on the shoulder: "Yeah, this place is definitely strange. Don't worry too much; we'll sort everything out here soon enough and then head home for a drink."
As Raymond turned back to the other mercenaries, Mocus remained standing in place, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He looked down at his hands, a flicker of unease crossing his mind. He knew that the anger he had just felt had come too suddenly, almost as if it did not belong to him; it seemed to stem from a deeper, darker place.
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