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The flames crackled, their sound echoing in Erin's ears. The already purplish face of the Stillborn appeared even more ghastly in the firelight, twisted and grotesque. Erin desperately clutched the Stillborn's neck, filled with endless despair and determination. She seemed to believe that by doing this, she could completely erase its existence and end this nightmare.
Erin's fingers tightened, feeling the cold, rigid skin of the Stillborn. Her heart raced, and the crackling sounds along with the Cicada Song grew increasingly jarring. Her gaze was fixed on the Stillborn, her heart brimming with resolve and fury. No matter what happened, she could not allow this evil presence to persist.
In the midst of the flames, Diego Montoro struggled to crawl, his body engulfed in fire, every inch of skin burned away, blood and tissue fluid mingling as they dripped to the ground. His throat was parched and weak, emitting low moans as if responding to a divine call. Madness flickered in his eyes; though his body was on the brink of collapse, that force still drove him forward.
Erin caught a glimpse of Diego Montoro's figure consumed by flames, her heart filled with complex emotions. She did not understand why these madmen were so obsessed, but she knew she could not back down. Her grip tightened further; the Stillborn's neck felt increasingly fragile in her hands, as if it could snap at any moment.
"You... cannot exist anymore..." Erin gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with pain and anger. Her eyes were filled with determination and despair; no matter how insane it all seemed, she had to persevere. Her fingers dug deep into the Stillborn's skin as if she intended to obliterate that wicked life entirely.
Diego Montoro's moans grew weaker, yet he continued to crawl forward. Each movement brought endless agony, but madness still sparkled in his eyes. The flames danced around him as if performing some sacred ritual, welcoming a supreme being.
The sound of cicadas pierced through Erin's mind like an omnipresent whisper, as if speaking directly to her. The voice was deep and resonant, filled with endless authority and mysterious power.
"Child... I have descended upon this world... and you shall become my vanguard, my harbinger, spreading my gospel across the land." The voice echoed in her mind; each word struck like a hammer against her will. "My authority will bear fruit through the path you walk. I will be the embodiment of bliss; I will be the endpoint of faith; I will be the beginning of liberation; I will be the source of life..."
The cicada's voice incessantly proclaimed its greatness and power, imbued with unmatched confidence and gravitas. Erin felt her consciousness enveloped by that voice, as if trapped in an endless whirlpool from which there was no escape. Her grip remained firm on the Stillborn's neck, but inner turmoil and fear made it nearly impossible for her to concentrate.
"You... cannot do this..." Erin murmured softly, her voice filled with pain and despair. Her consciousness gradually crumbled under the erosion of that voice; chaos reigned in her mind. "You... cannot..."
"I shall be the supreme deity who brings forth a new order and redemption." The cicada's voice continued its seduction, laden with temptation and pressure. "You will become my messenger, spreading my gospel so that all may submit to my authority. You will bring peace and happiness, liberation and salvation."
A sharp pain surged through Erin's head as if countless needles were stabbing at her brain. The voice echoed relentlessly within her mind, driving her to the brink of madness. Her will crumbled under its influence as she felt herself sinking deeper into an abyss of insanity.
"No..." Erin gritted her teeth, struggling to keep herself awake. She knew she couldn't give in, no matter how powerful and tempting the voice was; she couldn't surrender. Her fingers tightened around Stillborn's neck, her eyes flashing with determination and rage. "You... cannot..."
Just as Erin was on the verge of a mental breakdown, time seemed to freeze. Everything around her fell into stillness; the burning church nearby halted, flames suspended in mid-air, the heat feeling as if it had been instantly frozen. The world came to a standstill, all sounds fading into nothingness, as if the entire universe had plunged into silence at that moment.
Erin had been screaming, but her voice abruptly stopped in this silence. She heard her own voice echoing in the still air, unusually clear and lonely. Slowly, she ceased her screams, feeling her heart racing; each beat seemed to remind her that she was still alive, still conscious.
She took a deep breath, striving to calm herself. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, everything frozen in place—the flames suspended in mid-air, Diego Montoro and Isabella's figures like statues. It all felt like a still painting, filled with an eerie tranquility.
Conflicting emotions surged within Erin—endless fear mingled with an inexplicable calm. She knew this wasn't real, yet she felt a strange comfort. She tried to clear her thoughts, pulling herself back from the brink of madness.
Her gaze returned to Stillborn before her; that purplish face appeared even more grotesque in this frozen world. Her grip remained tight around Stillborn's neck, unwilling to let go. This was her last line of defense and the only belief she held onto.
"I cannot... let go..." Erin told herself internally, her voice filled with resolve and pain. She felt her heart pounding wildly, letting that rhythm be her anchor for calmness. She knew that as long as she could stay awake, she couldn't succumb to this madness and despair.
"I cannot let go..." she repeated to herself, determination and courage shining in her eyes. Her fingers continued to grip Stillborn's neck tightly, sensing that cold skin growing weaker beneath her hold. She understood that this moment would determine everything; no matter what happened, she could not retreat.
The silent world seemed to be waiting for her decision; flames were frozen, time stood still.
At that moment, a peculiar distortion appeared in front of Erin. To her astonishment, a thin black solid line drew a crack in the air. That solid line slowly widened as if some force behind it was trying to break through this silent space.
As the crack gradually expanded, a massive insect antenna poked out from within it. The antenna was long and slender, covered with strange patterns and fine hairs that quivered as if sensing the surrounding environment. It began to forcefully widen the crack until it reached about three meters wide before slowly retracting.
Erin's heartbeat quickened; her breathing became rapid as she stared at the crack in disbelief. Inside was pitch black—deep and mysterious—as if even light could not penetrate it. However, in the next moment, she felt a chill rising from deep within her heart.
From the crack emerged thousands of enormous Compound Eyes, seemingly pressed against the edge of space, densely arranged and flickering with an eerie glow. Each Compound Eye appeared to operate independently, swiveling around until they all focused on Erin. Their gaze was filled with coldness and ruthlessness, instilling a profound sense of fear and unease within her.
Erin felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, as if her soul were being drawn in by the countless Compound Eyes staring at her. Her fingers remained tightly clenched around Stillborn's neck, as if it were her only support, the sole anchor keeping her conscious.
"What... what is this..." Erin murmured softly, her voice trembling with fear. She could not comprehend the scene before her, feeling as though she had fallen into an endless nightmare. The scrutiny of the Compound Eyes weighed heavily upon her, as if the entire world had frozen in that moment.
In this strange silence, Erin felt her heartbeat growing louder and louder.
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