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Raymond's patience reached its breaking point. He lunged forward, grabbing Mocus by the collar and forcefully yanking him away from the stone table, slamming him down onto the ground. Mocus's body hit the cold stone floor with a heavy thud, collapsing like a pile of rubble. His flashlight rolled aside, its beam flickering wildly in the cave, casting shadows on the rune-etched stone walls.
Raymond's chest heaved violently as he fixed his furious gaze on the fallen Mocus, his eyes sharp as blades. His fingers gripped the gun handle tightly, rage igniting every nerve in his body. Gritting his teeth, Raymond's voice was low and filled with fury, "Shut the hell up! Do you hear me?"
His voice echoed through the cave like thunder, each word striking like a bullet against everyone's nerves. The group froze instantly; the air in the cave seemed to solidify. Jonas and the other mercenaries exchanged tense glances, their weapons instinctively raised toward Mocus. They had no idea what would happen next, but they could all sense that something lurking in the darkness was stirring.
Mocus lay on the ground, gasping for breath like a person pulled from water, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Yet, chillingly, despite his labored breathing and trembling body, a strange smile crept across his face. It was a cold, manic grin that radiated an unsettling pleasure as if he were savoring some indescribable thrill.
Raymond's fury surged even more as he aimed his gun directly at Mocus's forehead, his finger hovering slightly over the trigger. The surrounding darkness felt alive; the runes on the walls seemed to shimmer quietly, filling the cave with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"What are you laughing at?" Raymond's voice was deep and growling like a beast, bloodshot eyes glaring as his finger trembled on the trigger. His anger had reached its peak; an impulse surged within him to blow Mocus's head off.
Mocus slowly lifted his head, a wild gleam in his eyes as he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, "You don't understand... they have awakened... they've been waiting..." His tone was eerily calm, reminiscent of a cultist murmuring during some frenzied ritual.
Raymond thrust his gun forward until it nearly touched Mocus's forehead, his rage almost uncontrollable. The atmosphere in the cave became suffocating; it felt as if every breath was being stripped away from them. The other mercenaries watched nervously, their guns also trained on Mocus; no one dared to make a move.
"I'll make you shut up, Mocus," Raymond growled lowly, his voice laced with murderous intent.
Jonas quickly stepped forward and grabbed Raymond's wrist tightly, speaking urgently in a hushed tone. "Don't be impulsive; calm down, Raymond!"
Raymond's face twisted with anger as he kept his gun aimed at Mocus, his finger still trembling on the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment. Jonas sensed Raymond's tension and knew that if he didn't intervene now, things could spiral out of control. Lowering his voice with urgency and caution, he said, "Listen, we need Mocus; he understands these runes and knows what's happening here. This isn't the time for personal vendettas."
Raymond's chest rose and fell rapidly; his fury was nearly uncontainable. His eyes remained locked on Mocus as if prepared to turn him into Swiss cheese at any moment. However, Jonas's calm voice and rational words finally penetrated Raymond's consciousness. His finger remained rigidly poised over the trigger while his eyes flickered with reluctance and anger.
"Calm down, Raymond," Jonas continued, his tone growing softer yet filled with determination. "We need everyone to complete this mission, especially him. Just hold on a little longer and don't let your emotions take control."
Raymond clenched his jaw, his body tense with barely contained rage, as if he might explode at any moment. With a fierce growl, he swung his gun away and angrily turned to pace aside. His hands still trembled as he shoved the weapon into its holster, his face a mask of suppressed fury.
"Damn it!" Raymond cursed angrily, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and roughly shoving it into his mouth, lighting it with shaking hands. The smoke rushed out with each hurried breath as he tried to quell the fire raging within him with that faint hint of nicotine.
Standing nearby, Jonas silently watched him, aware that Raymond's anger had not yet subsided, but at least he was no longer acting impulsively. The atmosphere in the cave remained oppressive and heavy, as if a deeper disaster could erupt at any moment. Doubts and unease filled Jonas's mind; he knew this expedition had strayed far from its original plan.
Isabella slowly approached Mocus, her face betraying a hint of anxiety. She took a deep breath and reached out to help him up from the ground. But when her hand touched Mocus's, an icy, clammy sensation froze her in place. His hand felt like that of a corpse clawing up from the earth, sending chills down her spine. She struggled to suppress her fear but couldn't help but take a step back.
However, Mocus's grip suddenly tightened around her wrist with surprising strength, as if he was unwilling to let her go. Isabella's heart raced as an ominous aura enveloped her. She nervously asked, "Are you... okay? Dr. Mocus? What did you just... do?"
Mocus slowly lifted his head, his eyes glinting with a cold smirk that was both chilling and deranged, as if he held knowledge beyond comprehension. The corners of his mouth curled slightly as he spoke with a hint of mockery: "I merely... interpreted the writings here."
A shiver ran down Isabella's spine; Mocus's tone and demeanor only heightened her unease. Yet she forced herself to remain calm and waited for him to elaborate. Mocus slowly pointed to the runes beside the stone table and whispered, "This is the site of the ritual... these murals depict some... great being that lies sleeping in this darkness."
His voice was low and eerie, as if that "great being" were close at hand, ready to awaken from the depths of darkness at any moment. Isabella's anxiety intensified, her breathing quickening.
"According to these inscriptions..." Mocus's voice grew increasingly strange, a fervor flashing madly in his eyes. "He will awaken when the dark red descends..."
"Dark red?" Isabella furrowed her brow, her mind swirling with questions and fears intertwined. These runes and mysterious rituals seemed to conceal an inexplicable power that she could not fully grasp.
"Exactly... when blood saturates this place, when dark red covers this darkness, he will awaken," Mocus's voice deepened further, his smile becoming more unsettling. An inexplicable sense of threat seemed to spread through the darkness, making the atmosphere in the cave even more suffocating.
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