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Jonas silently watched the frenzied mercenary on the floor, his eyes bloodshot and twitching in a state of mental collapse. He could no longer suppress the fear within him, and the painful howls filled the air. Jonas felt a heaviness in his heart, knowing that these people could no longer venture deeper into the cave. He glanced around at the other members—Raymond, Isabella, and the remaining mercenaries—each face marked with deep fear and panic. Their nerves were like tightly strung piano wires, ready to snap at any moment.
Jonas tightened his grip on the radio, took a deep breath, and quietly called out to the outpost, waiting for a response. He knew that retreat was their only option; pressing forward would only lead to more people succumbing to madness. However, the pressure of this mission made him hesitant to make that decision lightly. As the radio crackled to life, Allison's voice came through from the other end, tinged with tension and fatigue.
“How is Samuel?” Jonas's voice was low and urgent, his gaze still fixed on the chaotic scene before him.
Allison quickly replied, “He fell asleep after taking a sedative; his condition is stable now, but... I’m worried about his mental state. He hasn’t fully recovered.”
Jonas felt an even greater weight on his heart. Although Samuel's condition was stable, the issues on a psychological level could not be resolved. Thinking of this made him furrow his brow; this strange cave felt like a black hole consuming souls, slowly swallowing everyone inside. Looking over at Isabella and Raymond, he noticed their anxious expressions—especially Isabella, whose face was pale and body trembling slightly as if she had begun to feel the darkness within her gradually eroding her.
“We can’t go any deeper,” Jonas murmured softly to himself; he knew this was the only decision he could make. He picked up the radio again, inhaled deeply, and prepared to issue the order to retreat, but unease still churned within him. He wasn’t sure if they could escape the shadows of darkness after retreating.
Jonas felt as if the air in the cave clung to his skin like thick sludge, making each breath feel heavy. The damp walls around him exuded a chilling moisture, and the slippery ground made every step feel precarious. The terror and tension etched on everyone’s faces silently told him that their spirits were on the brink of collapse.
He stood beside the deranged mercenary, watching him struggle like a wild beast gone mad, mumbling incoherently while his eyes reflected uncontrollable fear and despair. Those eyes were no longer those of a warrior but rather those of an animal driven into a corner, filled with irreversible madness. Jonas knew that no matter what they did at this moment, this mercenary could never regain his sanity.
With a heavy sigh, Jonas tightened his grip on the radio and pressed the talk button: “Allison, prepare everything; we’re heading back.” His voice was low and calm, but an invisible fog of unease and anxiety consumed him from within. He paused for a moment before continuing: “There’s a mercenary here who has fallen into severe panic; it’s very bad. Mocus… he’s dead.”
Silence fell on the other end of the radio; after a few seconds, Allison’s voice finally came through, clearly shocked by the news. “What?” She gasped in disbelief, her tone filled with shock and fear. “Mocus… dead?”
Jonas closed his eyes and took a deep breath; his voice was hoarse yet resolute: “Yes, he’s dead, but…” He hesitated as if weighing his words carefully before whispering: “There are things here… a kind of black worm that seems to have crawled out of Mocus’s body. We don’t know how much of a threat they pose, but they drive people insane and make them unrecognizable. We suspect they can enter human bodies and control minds, leading to complete collapse.”
The silence on the other end of the radio grew heavier; only Allison's rapid breathing broke through this oppressive quietness. Her voice trembled noticeably with intense anxiety and fear: “Then… Samuel… isn’t he also…?”
"I don't know," Jonas interrupted her, his voice laced with undeniable anxiety. "Everyone is in extreme danger right now. These Worms may have already infected some of us, but we can't be sure who has been compromised. You need to keep a close eye on Samuel; if he shows any signs of abnormality... we must retreat immediately." As he spoke, his fists clenched tightly, the weight of helpless anxiety pressing heavily on his chest.
"These Worms not only drive people insane," Jonas continued, his tone growing more serious, "but they can also control thoughts and actions, even turning people into some kind of monster. We need to get out of here quickly before things worsen."
Silence fell over the radio again, and Allison seemed to be processing this terrifying news. After a few seconds, her voice came through once more, clearly anxious: "I'll get ready... but you all need to come back as soon as possible."
Jonas nodded, though Allison couldn't see him; it was the only response he could offer. He looked at the weary team members around him. Raymond still held his gun, fingers trembling lightly on the trigger, clearly not yet recovered from the earlier chaos. Isabella leaned slowly against the wall, her expression stiff and eyes unfocused, seemingly battling some fear in her mind.
"We have to retreat," Jonas finally spoke up, his voice low and calm. "The situation here is far worse than we anticipated." He pressed down on the radio and said quietly, "Allison, prepare everything. We need to deal with our people as soon as we return."
Upon hearing Jonas's order to retreat, Isabella immediately stood up, anger etched across her face as she fixed a sharp gaze on him. Her voice carried an undeniable determination: "No, we can't just retreat like this. Jonas, I know things are bad right now, but we can't abandon this mission."
Jonas furrowed his brow and took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner unease. "Isabella, look around you. Look at our people. Mocus is dead; one mercenary has gone mad. If we don't leave now, everyone will be infected by these damned Worms. This is no longer your planned scientific expedition; this is a life-or-death battlefield!"
Isabella remained unmoved, her tone even more resolute: "You don't understand what the Light Activation Project means for us. We have to obtain the data on Super Cell; this is our only chance! If we leave now, we'll walk away with nothing! Jonas, we've come this far; it's too late to turn back."
Jonas glared at her coldly, anxiety and anger intertwining within him. "You're gambling with everyone's lives, Isabella. Your science might save you, but can you guarantee it will save us?"
Isabella's gaze was unwavering; she would not back down. Clenching her fists tightly, she spoke seriously: "I know what you're thinking, but we can't just leave like this. As long as we can get the data we need, we can retreat afterward. Everything here is crucial for our research."
She paused for a moment, her voice slightly trembling as if suppressing her inner fear. "I'm not acting blindly, Jonas. This isn't just for my family; it's for all of us—for the entire world. The secrets of Super Cell could change everything; we can't give up just because of a little difficulty."
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