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Isabella gripped Mocus's arm tightly, trying to pull him away from the stone table. But Mocus suddenly turned his head, a strange madness flickering across his face. His eyes were cold, and a twisted smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his voice hoarse and low, carrying an indescribable threat and disdain.
"I... have seen the truth." Mocus's voice was filled with a frenzied ecstasy, as if he had finally grasped some ancient and forbidden knowledge. He stared into Isabella's eyes, his gaze brimming with contempt and mockery for mortals. "But you all have not. I am the true prophet; I possess wisdom, while you ignorant fools are unworthy!"
His voice grew deeper, echoing in the darkness of the cave, the atmosphere around them becoming increasingly oppressive. Isabella felt a chill run down her spine, as if some force from the darkness was seeping through Mocus, penetrating her skin and causing her to tremble involuntarily.
"Mocus..." she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. But facing this suddenly strange and terrifying version of Mocus filled her with deep unease.
In that moment of hesitation, her gaze inadvertently fell upon Mocus's chest. Her eyes widened in shock, breath quickening. Beneath the thin fabric of his clothing, something seemed to writhe beneath his skin—black lines moving like living creatures beneath the surface, as if a swarm of hungry parasites was trying to escape from within him.
"Oh my God... what... what is this?" Isabella's voice quivered as terror spread across her face. She instinctively wanted to step back, but Mocus's grip held her tight, preventing her escape. The cold, clammy sensation transmitted through Mocus's skin made her feel even more horrified.
Mocus's gaze became more frenzied; his laughter sounded like whispers from deep within hell. "You will never understand! I have seen it; I comprehend it! The power of the Black Rope God..." He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with madness. "This is what I deserve... while you mortals can only bow before me!"
Isabella's heart raced like a drum, icy tendrils wrapping around her body like a venomous snake. Just then, that black thing seemed to writhe violently beneath Mocus's chest again, as if searching for an exit. She couldn't help but let out a sharp scream that echoed through the dark cave, startling everyone.
"No! No! This can't be happening!" Isabella screamed desperately, trying to break free from Mocus's grip. But she felt Mocus's strength was unnaturally powerful, as if he were filled with some bizarre force. His gaze was as cold as steel, revealing no hint of respect for anyone around him.
Jonas heard Isabella's scream and rushed over. Upon seeing the scene before him, his brow furrowed tightly as he quickly pulled Isabella away from Mocus’s grasp. Mocus's maniacal laughter continued to echo in the darkness like an endless nightmare descending upon them, while that black thing seemed to grow within him like a creature writhing in an abyss.
Jonas gripped his gun tightly, staring at the strange black writhing mass on Mocus’s chest. His eyes were cold and alert; his finger rested on the trigger as his roar reverberated through the cave, suppressing an impending fear. "Mocus! Step back! What are you? What are you doing?!"
With Jonas’s shout, the mercenaries raised their guns in unison. They had no idea what was happening before them, but the sight filled them with unprecedented unease. The eerie atmosphere thickened; Mocus had become utterly unrecognizable and horrifying. The once-familiar teammate now resembled a shell no longer belonging to himself, controlled by some evil force.
Mocus stood there, his eyes wide open, mumbling incoherently. "Black Rope God... the truth of the Black Rope God... we will all be redeemed..." His voice trembled, as if he were experiencing some uncontrollable agony.
As his frenzied words spilled forth, Mocus's body began to change abnormally. His skin appeared to stretch and swell violently, a black object in his chest writhing incessantly, like a living creature rolling within him, sometimes bulging out, sometimes disappearing. The bizarre sensation of movement was nauseating, as if countless parasites were gnawing at him from the inside, running rampant. Each convulsion felt like long, slender tendrils stirring beneath his skin.
"Oh God... he's mutating..." a Mercenary whispered, his gun trembling slightly in fear, his eyes filled with confusion and shock. Everyone sensed that the situation was spiraling out of control, but no one knew how to handle it.
Mocus's body began to swell at an unnatural speed, his skin stretched so thin in places that it seemed ready to burst at any moment. His limbs swelled grotesquely, while the black object in his chest grew increasingly active, as if searching for an escape.
"Mocus! Get your shit together!" Jonas shouted angrily, trying to bring Mocus back to reality. His gun was already loaded and aimed at Mocus's head, but he hesitated. The person before him had once been a member of his team; he didn't want to give up on him easily. Yet Mocus's condition had reached a point of no return.
"I... have seen... I have seen everything..." Mocus's voice became deep and hollow, like a whisper rising from the depths of the earth. His eyes slowly rolled back, and the black object around his eye sockets began to writhe as tiny tendrils extended from behind his eyeballs.
Suddenly, Mocus's arms swelled dramatically before rapidly contracting again, as if some part of him was collapsing uncontrollably. Black cracks appeared on his skin, blood mixed with a viscous black substance oozing out, thick as grease and emitting a nauseating stench.
"What the hell is he?" a Mercenary asked in terror, the entire team engulfed in immense pressure and fear. No one could answer that question; the Mocus they once knew was no longer there—he had become a monster completely consumed by darkness.
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