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Mocus followed closely behind the team, his gaze captivated by the decorations on the walls flanking the passage. His eyes sparkled with an unusual light, as if he were a long-starved explorer finally discovering a priceless treasure. The weathered reliefs and carvings on the walls, despite having endured countless years of erosion, still emanated an ancient and mysterious aura. Mocus's heart raced as his fingers instinctively brushed against the carvings, feeling every detail.
"This is simply incredible..." he murmured softly, his voice filled with awe and excitement. "These crafts... these patterns are completely unlike anything I've ever seen before... This seems to be some kind of new discovery, perhaps from an ancient civilization we have never encountered."
His heartbeat quickened, thoughts flooding in like a tide. The craftsmanship and design here surpassed his understanding, even conflicting with all the ancient civilizations he had studied. The scholar within Mocus was fully awakened at this moment; he longed to stop immediately and examine every detail closely, unraveling the mysteries behind these ancient symbols.
However, just then, the whispering voice in his mind returned, tinged with a hint of smugness: "Indeed... you will see things here that you have never witnessed before. Everything here will change your understanding of the world, and perhaps even change you."
This voice seemed to possess an irresistible power that firmly captured Mocus's attention. Whenever it spoke, Mocus felt himself being propelled by an invisible force, unable to cease his exploration of this ruin. His heart brimmed with excitement and anticipation, as if the secrets hidden here would reveal the deepest truths of the world.
The others watched Mocus's reaction, equally awed by the ancient and exquisite craftsmanship. Although they lacked Mocus's expertise, the patterns and reliefs on the walls still filled them with profound reverence. The intricate design of these ruins and their rich details far exceeded their expectations; this truly was an extraordinary place.
"This place... is unbelievable," Raymond murmured, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He looked around, feeling that this adventure might lead them into uncharted territory.
Jonas gripped his gun tightly; although the sight before him was breathtaking, he remained vigilant inside. He knew that these ornate decorations could conceal some deeper danger. Everyone in the team was stunned by this ancient ruin, but Jonas understood that such incredible places often harbored unforeseen threats.
"Stay alert," Jonas whispered, tension evident in his gaze. "We don't know what lies ahead; let's not be deceived by what we see."
Mocus carefully examined the reliefs on the wall; these patterns seemed to tell him an ancient story. Scenes unfolded before his eyes as if memories long lost to time were resurfacing. Despite the carvings being worn and faded, he could still discern their narratives, as if these patterns were striving to convey some message to him.
The first part of the relief depicted a colossal figure descending from the heavens—Black Rope Deity. Its image was exaggerated and imposing in the carving, plummeting from the sky into the depths of the earth. The lines on the wall twisted and intertwined, creating a strong sense of falling, as if Black Rope Deity were traversing through sky and land with immense power before ultimately sinking into this dark underground world.
Subsequently, the relief illustrated Black Rope Deity's life underground. The images showed it dwelling alone in darkness, surrounded by countless twisted forms that seemed to symbolize its boredom and solitude. As Mocus observed all this, an odd resonance stirred within him; it felt as though he could sense Black Rope Deity's endless loneliness.
The next relief sculpture depicted the process by which the Black Rope Deity created life. Countless tentacles reached out, shaping various creatures in the darkness, with humans being the most prominent among them. Although the human figures in the relief were simple, it was clear that they were creations of the Black Rope Deity. The deity hoped that these beings would accompany it, alleviating its loneliness.
However, the scene soon became tumultuous. The relief showed humans attempting to break free from the control of the Black Rope Deity. The number of human figures increased, as if they were gradually escaping from the deity's grasp. Their rebellion seemed to evoke anger and confusion in the Black Rope Deity, whose form became increasingly sinister in the relief, with surrounding tentacles growing sharper and more frenzied.
The final part of the relief showcased an intense struggle. The Black Rope Deity fought against humanity, and the lines on the wall became chaotic, filled with scenes of tearing and conflict. The human figures appeared insignificant, while the image of the Black Rope Deity loomed larger, as if it sought to consume everything. Yet, in the last scene, the deity's form gradually shrank, seemingly realizing that this struggle was a mistake.
Ultimately, the relief illustrated a reconciliation between the Black Rope Deity and humanity. The deity sent humans to the surface, allowing them to escape its control but demanding that they perform annual worship and sacrifices as a sign of respect and gratitude. In the relief, humans knelt on the ground with hands raised high in offering, seemingly engaged in some sacred ritual, while the Black Rope Deity observed calmly, its image once again becoming majestic and mysterious.
Mocus gazed at these reliefs, memories of tribal leader Urahesa's origin story flooding his mind. He was astonished to find that these sculptures seemed to be a tangible representation of that tale. A voice echoed in his mind again, tinged with a hint of smugness: "Indeed... you are witnessing these ancient truths firsthand; everything here reveals to you the origins and secrets of this world."
"This... this is truly incredible..." Mocus murmured to himself, filled with shock and awe. He couldn't help but connect these reliefs to his past research, trying to decipher more details and meanings.
The others around him also noticed these sculptures; although they couldn't grasp their deeper significance like Mocus did, they were still awestruck by these ancient and magnificent patterns. Raymond stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the massive image of the Black Rope Deity on the wall, feeling an underlying sense of oppression.
"These... these reliefs tell a truly chilling story," Raymond whispered, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. He sensed something unusual about this place; everything seemed connected to some unknown power.
Isabella's attention was drawn to the final mural, which was more vivid and unsettling than the previous reliefs. It depicted a sacrificial scene where human figures knelt on a massive stone slab, their faces contorted in pain as if they had completely given up struggling. The reliefs on the wall were lifelike; those human features and limbs seemed to cry out silently. However, what shocked Isabella most was that tentacles from the Black Rope Deity pierced through one human's chest, dark red blood splattering across the ground.
In this mural, the image of the Black Rope Deity appeared extraordinarily large and distorted; those tentacles were not mere lines but intricately detailed. Each tentacle's end extended into countless fine strands as if madly siphoning off the life force of the sacrifice. The body of that human lying on the stone slab looked utterly drained, as if all blood and flesh had been extracted from it, leaving only a powerless shell.
Isabella felt a chill run down her spine. She could not tear her gaze away from this mural; an uncontrollable fear welled up within her. The scene depicted was so bloody and brutal that it resembled an ancient and dark ritual, making her involuntarily recall their true purpose for coming here—Super Cell.
"Could... could this really be related to Super Cell?" she wondered internally but received no definitive answer. When she accepted this mission initially, Isabella firmly believed they could find clues related to Super Cell here; these ancient ruins and legends seemed closely tied to their research. However, this gruesome mural made her begin to doubt whether Super Cell could truly exist in such a terrifying and mysterious place.
These Indigenous legends were clearly deeply rooted in the land, but the darkness and cruelty they contained unsettled Isabella. She knew that science was the foundation of her beliefs, yet at this moment, the imagery conveyed by these tales stirred a flicker of doubt within her.
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