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Isabella's fingers lightly tapped on the Hatch, the metal feeling cold and heavy, as if it concealed some unknown power behind it. Yet, the Hatch remained immovable, offering no response at all. She furrowed her brow and turned to Jonas, who was straining to pull at the Hatch. No matter how hard he tried, it was as if the Hatch were a steel fortress embedded in rock, completely unyielding.
"Damn it," Jonas muttered under his breath, standing up straight and panting, his brow furrowed. "This door seems to be locked from the inside. There must be some kind of mechanism or code here."
The two fell into silence for a moment. Isabella's gaze was fixed on the Hatch before her, a bitter feeling rising within her. She knew that entering this Alien Ship might lead her to the answers she desperately sought about the Super Cell and the truth behind this disaster. But now, the inability to open the Hatch seemed to block all their progress, almost mocking their helplessness.
Taking a deep breath, Isabella felt a bold idea quietly surfacing in her mind. She pondered—if she could see those memories of the Alien Ship's crash again, perhaps she could harness that power once more to find a way to open the Hatch.
The thought seemed absurd and dangerous—she wasn't sure if it was her own reasoning or if the whispers of the Black Worms were tempting her into some deadly adventure. Her heart raced as her fingers gently traced over the unknown symbols on the Hatch, feeling an unusual energy coursing through her fingertips.
"Maybe... if I can touch it again," Isabella murmured softly to herself before looking up at Jonas. "Do you remember when I told you that I could see the ship's past memories when I touched the Hatch? Perhaps the way to open this Hatch is connected to its history... If I could see those memories again..."
A hint of concern flickered in Jonas's eyes as he frowned. "Are you sure? This is dangerous, especially considering your current condition... It could be those Worms using you."
"I know," Isabella forced a smile, "but what if this is the only way? We can't just stand here and leave empty-handed..." Her voice was filled with determination, a resolve that surprised even herself.
Isabella took another deep breath, curiosity and unease intertwining within her. She felt those whispers stirring in her mind, seemingly urging her to make this decision. She couldn't tell whether this was truly her own thought or some dark force manipulating her from behind, but at that moment, retreat was not an option.
"I'll be careful," Isabella said, her tone laced with strong resolve. She placed her hand back on the Hatch, her fingertips gliding over those ancient symbols. It felt as though a hidden power surged from within the door, slowly seeping into her consciousness.
Memories began to flood uncontrollably into her mind—fragmented images flickering by—the Alien Spaceship crashing, experimental pods bursting open, black Worms spreading wildly. She saw fear; she witnessed countless beings struggling for survival within this ship before falling one by one. The whispers grew clearer around her, gradually enveloping her.
Her heart raced and cold sweat formed in her palms. But she knew that perhaps all the answers lay hidden behind this Hatch.
Memories surged into Isabella's mind like a torrent, countless fragments and sounds swirling within her, causing her intense pain. The images were blurred and mottled, flickering in and out, as the faces of alien beings flashed before her eyes, accompanied by the sounds of screams, explosions, and the tearing noise of the Worm ruthlessly crashing against her nerves. Her eyes trembled slightly, her expression growing heavier, brows furrowed deeply in anguish as if some invisible force was violently tearing at her memories.
"Isabella, are you okay?" Jonas asked anxiously beside her, his voice low. He reached out a hand to get closer to her but hesitated, unsure whether to proceed. He feared she was experiencing some terrifying hallucination or something worse.
Isabella suddenly shouted, "Don't worry about me! Focus!" Her voice was filled with agitation and pain, as if she were struggling to stay awake and prevent those memories from consuming her sanity. She knew she was on the brink of collapse, but this was her only chance—the only opportunity to unlock the ship's Hatch.
As she fought against the onslaught of memories, the images suddenly blurred before gradually coming into focus. A vast cosmic backdrop appeared before Isabella; those alien beings were far beyond the galaxy, wandering through an endless sea of stars. The scene resembled a data playback recording, slowly honing in on the movements of an alien creature—a tall grayish-white being standing before the Hatch, reaching out to touch the control panel. Its fingers glided gently over a series of buttons, clearly pressing a combination of four keys that quickly formed a sequence.
In that moment, a crucial piece of information flashed in Isabella's mind—the password for the Hatch was that combination of four keys! It was the key to opening the Hatch; past alien beings had used this method to enter and exit the ship.
Her body trembled as pain still etched itself across her face, but her eyes sparkled with light at that moment, as if she had glimpsed a way out of despair. She knew she had found the method to open the Hatch; this was her breakthrough.
"I... I saw it!" she said firmly, almost with a hint of joy despite still enduring pain. Her hands gripped either side of the Hatch as she pointed toward the control panel, finally allowing a slight smile to appear on her face.
Jonas furrowed his brow, confusion and concern evident in his gaze. "What did you see?" he asked quietly, still worried about her condition.
"The password... it's for the Hatch! The aliens used four keys to open this door..." Isabella said slowly, forcing herself to endure the discomfort while striving to maintain her composure. "I know how to open it now..."
Jonas's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Isabella’s weary yet determined expression. He said nothing more but nodded slightly, ready to assist her in executing the next step.
Isabella staggered closer to the Hatch, cold sweat beading on her forehead as her body trembled from pain and exhaustion. Yet her gaze remained fixed on the control panel of the Hatch. The buttons that once gleamed under the touch of alien hands now appeared dull and lifeless, like a piece of discarded scrap metal covered in years of dust and bearing scars from time.
Taking a deep breath, she extended her trembling fingers nervously toward the control panel. Memories replayed in her mind over and over again—the combination of those four keys—as she struggled to recall the sequence in which the alien had pressed them. She could feel whispers echoing in her mind, attempting to disrupt her focus, but she fought hard to remain awake.
"Damn it! It has to work!" She gritted her teeth, her heart racing as she pressed the first button. The lights on the panel remained dim and unresponsive.
Refusing to give up, she pressed the second, third, and fourth buttons in succession—each press accompanied by a tense anticipation. Yet, the control panel remained silent, the Hatch showing no signs of movement.
A flicker of impatience and despair began to surface in Isabella's eyes. She frantically pressed those buttons again, trying to elicit even the slightest reaction. With each press, her heartbeat thundered like a war drum, as if the truth behind the Hatch was within reach, only to be crushed by relentless failure.
"Damn it! Why won't it work!" Her emotions finally broke, her hands pounding wildly against the Hatch and control panel, producing a deep thudding sound. Her strength became frenzied and uncontrollable, as if she intended to smash the panel apart, forcing open this long-sealed Hatch with anger and desperation.
"Open up! Damn it, open the door!" Isabella shouted in agitation, her fists repeatedly striking the Hatch. Her palms began to redden and swell from the exertion, blood seeping from her knuckles. Her anger and fear intertwined into a state of extreme madness and obsession. She felt trapped in some curse aboard this ship, unable to escape as time and hope slipped away from her grasp.
Jonas stood nearby, brow furrowed as he watched her frantic actions, unable to intervene. At that moment, Isabella resembled a cornered beast, impervious to any words of reason.
"Damn it!" Isabella's voice was hoarse. Finally, her hands fell weakly onto the control panel, her back sliding down against the cold Hatch as she succumbed to an endless sense of defeat.
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