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As Samuel fell into a panic, Mocus was completely absorbed in the ancient runes on the altar, as if everything around him was irrelevant. His fingers gently traced the blurred engravings, carefully discerning the shape and arrangement of each symbol. These runes were arranged in a way he had never seen before, emanating a mysterious and ancient aura, as if whispering secrets from a distant era.
A strange light flickered in Mocus's eyes, and with his research, a growing excitement surged within him. His breathing became rapid, as if these runes were revealing to him some unimaginable truth—a truth that felt like a dark force slowly invading his mind.
He began to translate the runes in a low voice, his lips twitching slightly, his tone filled with uncontrollable fervor: "This altar... it is meant for the descendants of the Black Rope God to return to him... Black Rope God... the black substance will descend from the heavens... bringing everything to paradise... glory shall belong to the Black Rope God."
His voice grew more agitated, tinged with madness, as if the meaning of these runes touched some deep obsession within him. His gaze remained fixed on the symbols, completely ignoring the unusual circumstances around him. These ancient messages felt like a key to an unknown world, granting him an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and ecstasy at that moment.
"The black substance..." Mocus murmured to himself, his eyes shimmering with an unusual light, as if envisioning some mysterious and unknowable power in his mind. The runes described not merely a religious ritual but rather a profound prophecy involving a broader conspiracy and fate.
He felt a strong resonance; the runes seemed to echo some desire within his heart, guiding him deeper into darkness. Mocus's heartbeat quickened, and his excitement gradually transformed into an uncontrollable madness. He knew that the secrets hidden within this altar far exceeded his previous speculations; the power behind these runes might unravel all his doubts and even reveal a truth beyond reality.
At that moment, Samuel's scream reached his ears, but Mocus paid it no mind. His consciousness was entirely consumed by these ancient runes, unable to shift his focus to anything else. His fingers moved involuntarily over the symbols, as if trying to draw more knowledge and power from them.
"Paradise... glory of the Black Rope God..." Mocus whispered, a twisted smile creeping onto his lips. His mind seemed increasingly enchanted by these runes, gradually sinking into an inescapable madness. The symbols were slowly devouring his sanity, leading him toward an unknown abyss.
Raymond and the others continued dealing with Samuel's situation but remained oblivious to Mocus's abnormal behavior. The altar was gradually dismantling each of their mental defenses with an invisible force, while Mocus became the first victim of this dark tide. His gaze grew more frenzied, images of the runes echoing in his mind, pushing him closer to the brink of insanity.
Isabella approached Mocus with a grave expression, her heart filled with unease. Her intuition told her that there were extremely ominous secrets hidden behind this altar, and Mocus's madness only heightened her sense that something was amiss.
"Mocus, what is going on?" Isabella asked in a hushed tone, her voice laced with strong skepticism and anxiety.
Mocus's eyes sparkled with an unusual light; his breathing was rapid as if he had just undergone a fierce battle within his soul. His lips twitched slightly, appearing unusually exhilarated, while madness glimmered in his gaze.
"The altar... is for the descendants of the Black Rope God... it is to allow them to return to the side of the Black Rope Deity!" Mocus explained incoherently, his voice trembling with excitement. "The runes on it... they describe a myth, a process of creating life! The Black Rope Deity... that is not just a being from myth, but an incredibly powerful entity, or rather... some ancient species!"
Isabella furrowed her brow, struggling to understand Mocus's words, but his reasoning filled her with deep unease. She glanced back at Jonas and the other team members, their faces also marked with shock and concern. Jonas's brow was tightly knit, clearly harboring great skepticism towards Mocus's claims.
"What are you saying? Do these runes really mean that?" Isabella asked tentatively, filled with doubt.
Mocus's gaze grew increasingly fervent, seemingly unable to contain his inner excitement. "Yes! These runes reveal an incredible truth!" he continued, his tone laced with uncontrollable joy. "This Black Rope Deity... perhaps it is a species that mastered technology beyond our understanding. They may have possessed the ability to create life thousands of years ago. And these Indigenous people might be their creations, made for some purpose!"
Jonas's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Mocus. He frowned deeply, clearly finding this surreal theory extremely dubious. "What? They had such technology thousands of years ago?" he whispered back, his voice filled with confusion and distrust. "That sounds absurd, Mocus. Do you really believe in this theory?"
Mocus's eyes were wild and obsessive, his fingers gripping the engravings on the runes as if those ancient messages were revealing some truth to him. "This is not a theory; this is fact! These runes are revealing a truth from an ancient era... a world we cannot imagine!"
Isabella and Jonas exchanged glances, both feeling the same doubts rising within them. Although Mocus's reasoning was based on his interpretation of the runes, it sounded too insane and unrealistic, even carrying a dangerous obsession.
Mocus's words seemed to detonate an invisible bomb in the air, plunging everyone into a hushed state of astonishment and unease. The atmosphere around the altar suddenly became tense; the mercenaries looked at each other, exchanging anxious glances. They were well-trained but felt confused and fearful about what was happening before them—everything that was unfolding had long surpassed their understanding.
Isabella stood silently to the side, her brow deeply furrowed. She felt immense doubt about Mocus's reasoning, even questioning its validity. While she acknowledged that Mocus was an exceptional researcher of ancient civilizations, his current statements sounded overly extreme and fanatical, as if he were weaving some conspiracy theory into his interpretation of these runes. This made Isabella begin to wonder if Mocus had lost his sanity due to his obsession with these symbols.
"Mocus," Isabella said calmly, her tone laced with a hint of skepticism, "are you sure you haven't... become too fervent? The runes here might just be remnants of ancient myths, yet you interpret them so specifically and radically... isn't that going too far?"
Her words fell like cold water, attempting to pull Mocus back from that frenzied state into reality. However, she underestimated the excitement and obsession burning within him.
Upon hearing Isabella's doubts, Mocus's expression suddenly became animated. His eyes bulged wide open as if they might pop out of their sockets, his voice trembling with excitement.
"No! You don't understand at all!" Mocus shouted, his voice echoing harshly in the cave. "These runes are not mere myths! They record an ancient truth! The Black Rope Deity is not some fictional monster; it is a being that transcends our understanding, a higher species that once ruled this world!"
The fervor in his words was palpable, like a surge of energy pouring out from within him. This excited rhetoric only heightened the unease among those who had already harbored doubts about him. The mercenaries began to murmur among themselves, growing increasingly confused and tense. Although they did not grasp the content of Mocus's speech, they could feel the chilling atmosphere that surrounded his words.
"Can't you see? These runes, these murals, they reveal to us a secret from an ancient era! This is not some conspiracy theory! This is fact!" Mocus continued passionately, his voice trembling with anger. "The Black Rope Deity, their descendants—these runes are the evidence! We are on the brink of an unprecedented discovery, and yet you question me!"
Isabella felt a headache coming on. She understood that Mocus was captivated by these ancient relics, perhaps even ensnared by them, but his rhetoric was too extreme and veered dangerously close to delusion.
"Calm down, Mocus," Isabella urged, striving to maintain her composure as she attempted to pull him back from his fervor. "What we have here is indeed extraordinary, but we can't rely solely on speculation. You need to be rational so we can make sound judgments."
However, her words only fueled Mocus's agitation further, as if the entire world were conspiring against him.
"No! You don't understand! I know what I'm talking about!" Mocus nearly roared, his face flushed with anger and excitement. His eyes were filled with an uncontrollable fervor, as if he had been completely consumed by these runes and their ancient secrets.
Jonas sensed that something was amiss. He stepped forward, trying to help Mocus regain his composure. "Mocus, we're all here; you're not alone. But you need to calm down. We need your knowledge and judgment, but not in this state."
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