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Isabella was seething with anger, glaring at the figure that still had its back turned to them. Her hands gripped the flashlight tightly, her face a mask of frustration and fury. She shouted, "Mocus, what on earth are you doing?"
Her voice echoed through the narrow cave, carrying a strong sense of authority and helplessness. The figure seemed to react to Isabella's call; it trembled slightly before slowly turning around.
Jonas and the others held their breath, watching as the figure gradually revealed itself. When it finally faced them, Isabella felt a wave of relief wash over her. She saw Mocus with his head bowed, looking utterly dejected and guilty.
A hint of apology crossed Mocus's face, his eyes filled with deep remorse. He lifted his head, his gaze innocent yet confused. "I'm sorry... I heard a sound and just started running over here without thinking. I don't even know why I did that; it was as if I suddenly lost consciousness."
His voice trembled with unease and regret, filled with confusion about his own actions. Seeing his expression calmed Isabella's anger somewhat, but she still felt uneasy.
Jonas took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety rising within him. He knew that Mocus's loss of control was not just a personal issue; it was likely connected to the strange place they were in. The atmosphere in the cave grew increasingly oppressive, with unknown dangers lurking in the darkness, making everyone feel an unprecedented tension and fear.
Once Isabella's anger subsided, she turned to Mocus with concern. "Are you okay? Did you feel anything unusual? We need to figure out what's wrong here immediately; otherwise, we could all be in even greater danger."
Mocus mumbled incoherently, appearing dazed as he seemed still puzzled by his own behavior. Jonas stared at him, feeling an indescribable sense of unease. There was a profound doubt within him; he couldn't shake the feeling that the Mocus before him was no longer the person he knew.
The expression in Mocus's eyes unsettled Jonas. His gaze seemed distant, as if trapped in some inescapable nightmare. This left Jonas questioning whether this person was truly Mocus or if some unknown force had stolen away his true identity.
Jonas knew that his doubts might seem strange, but he couldn't ignore his gut feeling. He took a deep breath, attempting to suppress his anxiety, and decisively asked, "Who are you?"
His voice carried a weight of seriousness and unease, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment. Upon hearing this question, everyone fell into a deep silence. Isabella and the others were stunned; the atmosphere became unusually oppressive.
All eyes were fixed on Mocus, waiting for his response. Yet the darkness of the cave seemed to grow even more silent at that moment, as if it were silently observing everything unfolding before it. This silence concealed an endless fear and secrecy that weighed heavily on them all.
Mocus's face appeared particularly blurred in the darkness, his eyes flickering with a complex emotion, yet ultimately failing to provide a clear answer.
Upon hearing Jonas's doubts, Mocus forced a stiff smile, chuckling nervously, "I am Mocus, what are you talking about?" His voice carried a feigned lightness, attempting to mask his inner unease, but that smile seemed somewhat strained.
He then countered, "Jonas, are you okay? Are you too tense?" There was a hint of impatience in his tone, as if suggesting that Jonas's suspicions were unfounded.
Isabella stood nearby, furrowing her brow at the exchange, her expression one of confusion. Her gaze darted between Jonas and Mocus, clearly puzzled as to why Jonas harbored such doubts about Mocus.
However, Jonas was not swayed by Mocus's response; his gaze sharpened as he continued to scrutinize Mocus, as if trying to see through to his very soul. "Mocus," Jonas lowered his voice, laced with an uncontainable wariness and inquiry, "are you really still you?"
This question evidently struck a nerve with Mocus; his expression darkened and a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. He seemed unable to tolerate Jonas's relentless questioning and spoke with rising annoyance, "Jonas, I've already said it—I am Mocus! What exactly are you doubting? Do you think I’m being controlled by something?"
Isabella's brow tightened further; she could feel the tension escalating between the two and interjected, "Jonas, perhaps we've been in this cave too long; everyone is starting to feel a bit uneasy." She attempted to ease the situation but couldn't help feeling a slight wavering in her own belief in Jonas's words.
Jonas did not respond immediately; his gaze remained fixed on Mocus, his doubts still unresolved. Despite Mocus appearing normal on the surface, that subtle feeling deep within him grew stronger, making it hard for him to fully trust that this was the Mocus he knew. He understood that no matter how much Mocus explained himself, it would not dispel the unease in his heart.
Mocus's expression grew darker still; seemingly unable to bear the topic any longer, he suddenly quickened his pace of speech and shifted the subject. "We don’t have time to discuss this now. I just deciphered some text on the wall. According to the remnants here, this path should lead to the site of the ritual."
His tone was filled with urgency as if eager to redirect everyone's attention elsewhere. "In other words," he continued excitedly, "we will soon reach the site of the sacrifice ceremony, and once we get there, we should be able to uncover the secrets behind this tribal legend." A spark of enthusiasm lit up his eyes as he spoke, as if the mysterious truth lay just ahead.
"And," he added eagerly, "once we arrive there, perhaps we will finally know whether Super Cell originates from outer space or is merely a miracle of nature."
He attempted to ignite their interest with these shocking theories, hoping they would forget the earlier discomfort. The excitement and anxiety in Mocus's voice were palpable; he was eager to push everyone forward to unravel the mystery behind this ancient altar.
Jonas still couldn't completely shake off the doubts in his heart, but he had to admit that Mocus's words were indeed hard to ignore. His intuition told him that this cave concealed unimaginable secrets, and the legends of this tribe were likely closely tied to their mission.
Isabella appeared somewhat hesitant; she glanced at Mocus and then at Jonas, her mind caught in a struggle. But she knew well that no matter how dangerous the path ahead might be, they had come this far and could not easily give up.
"Alright," Isabella finally spoke, her tone filled with determination. "Since we've made it this far, let's continue forward and uncover the truth behind this legend."
With her decision made, everyone gathered their thoughts and prepared to face the impending truth. Mocus stood at the front of the group, his eyes shimmering with an unusual light, as if some deeper emotion was stirring within him. As they drew closer to the site of the ritual, each person's doubts and fears only deepened.
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