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Jonas felt a sinking sensation in his heart; he could no longer withstand Raymond's frenzied assault. The monster before him was growing stronger, and Jonas knew that the gun in his hand was utterly useless against it. As his bullets ran out, his only option left was to retreat.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to ignore the pain coursing through his body and took off running toward the cave's exit. His footsteps echoed in the vast cavern, the darkness and oppressive air pressing down on his shoulders as if trying to swallow him whole. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and the only thought in his mind was to escape this shadow of death and flee from the terrifying creature.
However, Raymond's voice came from behind him, low and cunning: "Do you really think you can escape so easily, Jonas?"
Jonas's body stiffened suddenly, a chill running down his spine as cold sweat trickled down his back. He sensed an overwhelming danger approaching, and before he could react, suddenly—
"Thud!" The corpse of a mercenary lying nearby stirred to life, its withered arm shooting out like an iron hook, gripping Jonas's ankle tightly. Jonas's eyes widened in terror as he lost his balance, yanked violently by the immense force and crashing hard to the ground.
"Bang!" His back slammed against the unforgiving floor, his lungs crushed under the impact, leaving him gasping for breath as intense pain surged through his body, causing him to moan involuntarily. Lying there, everything before him blurred; all he could hear were his own labored breaths and Raymond's sinister laughter.
"Did you really think you could get away?" Raymond's voice emerged from the darkness like a whisper from death itself.
Struggling to lift his head, Jonas prepared to fight back but saw the mercenary's corpse writhing on the ground. Black worms crawled through its flesh, and its hollow eyes stared unblinkingly at him like a puppet controlled by darkness. The stiff fingers still clutched Jonas's ankle tightly, rendering him immobile.
"Damn it!" Jonas shouted in fury, kicking at the corpse that held him captive in a desperate attempt to break free from its icy grip. But the decayed body seemed to possess endless strength; with every struggle, it tightened its hold even more, causing Jonas to gasp in pain.
Behind him, Raymond appeared to relish this scene as he stepped closer from the shadows. His laughter grew deeper and nearer, black tendrils writhing behind him with each step. Raymond had already considered Jonas to be within his grasp; madness and cruelty flickered in his eyes.
"You can't escape, Jonas," Raymond declared with a victorious tone, his voice dripping with coldness and malice. "The Black Rope Deity wants us all to become one, and you... will be my final step toward purification."
Jonas endured the pain as despair washed over him. Everything around him seemed to push him toward death. He felt trapped; Raymond’s footsteps grew closer, fear flooding his heart like a tidal wave.
"No! I can't die here... I must survive." Jonas clenched his teeth, frantically searching for a way out in his mind. He knew this was his last chance; if he didn't break free quickly, endless darkness and death awaited him.
Raymond approached Jonas step by step; each footfall echoed ominously in the hollow cave like the footsteps of death itself. Jonas's heart raced violently as he lay on the ground, the rigid corpse pressing down on him like a heavy stone that made it hard to breathe. The corpse’s hand remained tightly gripping his ankle—cold as iron—leaving Jonas completely unable to escape.
Raymond's grotesque face emerged from the darkness, its features twisted beyond recognition. The muscles no longer resembled those of a human; black, vein-like patterns crisscrossed his forehead, and his eyes burned with a mad flame, as if he were lost in some perverse frenzy. Black tendrils erupted from his chest, writhing in the air like the claws of a monster.
"Look, Jonas... everything is about to end," Raymond said with a sickly smile, his deep, hoarse voice echoing through the air like a whisper from hell. "What are you still resisting? Accept your fate; this is the will of the Black Rope Deity."
Jonas struggled desperately to break free but was pinned down, unable to move. His eyes were filled with despair and pain as he watched Raymond approach step by step, an overwhelming sense of helplessness surging within him. Every muscle in his body ached, his thoughts were chaotic, and his chest felt as if it would explode from the pressure.
"Don't you understand yet?" Raymond paused, looking down at Jonas with a tone full of mockery and pride. "I will become a god in this world; I am creating a new one, and you... are merely an insignificant part of this grand endeavor."
Raymond's gaze turned frenzied, his voice growing more fervent. "Everyone will be purified and become part of the Black Rope God. This is the divine will; no one can escape! You cannot resist, Jonas; this is your destiny."
Jonas felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on him as his reason and hope rapidly vanished in the darkness. Raymond's mutated face loomed closer, and he could almost smell the heavy stench of decay, as if death were circling at his nostrils.
"Accept it, Jonas; accept the arrival of death..." Raymond's voice was low and laced with a twisted charm as he bent down to whisper with a grin that radiated cruelty.
"In the glory of the Black Rope God, we shall be reborn..." Raymond smiled softly, murmuring, "This is the only way out; only through death can true redemption be found."
Jonas felt himself sinking deeper into this eerie atmosphere, his heart racing as if the shadow of death had already enveloped him. His chest grew heavier; before him, Raymond seemed to transform into an all-consuming darkness from which there was no escape, no matter how hard he struggled against the utter despair.
"You can't... let it end like this..." Jonas gasped weakly, his voice barely audible.
Raymond's smile twisted further into something sinister. "You will thank me for this, Jonas. Now, accept your fate..."
Raymond's fingers reached toward Jonas's neck like iron, the tendrils writhing around him, slowly suffocating him with their cold grip. He knew that if he didn't find a way to escape soon, death would descend upon him in that very moment.
Yet he continued to search desperately for one last chance, unwilling to give up even the slightest glimmer of hope.
Isabella had no idea how long she had been unconscious. Two minutes? Ninety seconds? Or... an entire day? Her consciousness felt pressed into an endless abyss of darkness where time lost all meaning. When she finally opened her eyes again, she found herself still in the dim Boiler Room, the air thick with the heavy scent of metal and oil. She tried to lift her head, but every movement felt like battling against immense pressure.
Her lower body felt as if it had been numbed, immobilized and heavy like a block of cement bound to the ground. She tried to sense her legs, but all she felt was emptiness and numbness, devoid of any sensation. Her left hand was equally unresponsive, stiff and heavy like a piece of wood; lifting it felt like raising a lifeless object, swaying from side to side as if it no longer belonged to her.
Her right hand trembled slightly, the only part still capable of feeling muscle tension. Isabella relied on this remaining strength, struggling to prop herself up, each movement accompanied by excruciating pain. She could feel the Worms slithering within her, slowly and wickedly controlling her nerves, devouring her from the inside out. With every breath, she felt pain slicing through her lungs like a blade.
"What is happening..." she murmured, attempting to lift her head to look around, but her vision was blurred. She gasped for air, struggling to focus her consciousness and forcing herself to remember.
"I'm still alive... I can still move..." Her voice trembled in the empty Boiler Room, sounding strange and fragile. Her left hand seemed to have become an alien thing, devoid of feeling, hanging at an odd angle beside her. She tried to clench her fist but felt nothing.
The voice of the Worms began to whisper in her mind, sharp and cunning, as if mocking her helplessness with delight. "See? Your body is betraying you; this is the result of your choice to resist."
She gritted her teeth, refusing to succumb to this evil force. Even as pain made every nerve scream, even as she felt her body slipping further from her control, Isabella's will remained steadfast. "No..." she muttered under her breath, laboriously placing her palm against the wall of the Boiler Room in an attempt to support herself.
Her breathing was rapid; sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the bloodstains on her face in the dim light. Her lower body still felt trapped in a cold prison, each step forward demanding an enormous price from her. Whenever she attempted to stand, countless pains pierced through her limbs like needles.
Leaning against the wall, she used her remaining right hand to hold herself up as if climbing an insurmountable mountain. "I won't let you... succeed..." Her voice was low and hoarse but filled with determination, as if battling against the evil within.
Dragging her heavy body forward step by step felt like enduring hellish torment. The dim red light flickered uncertainly, illuminating her face marked by fatigue and pain while the thick black substance surrounding her spread like a mad evil, seemingly mocking her helplessness.
"I must... end this..." Her tone was cold, as if forcing down the fear within her; a flicker of survival hope burned in her eyes.
Every ounce of strength seemed to be siphoned from her body, yet her resolve grew stronger. No matter how painful it became or how much control she lost over her own flesh, Isabella had no intention of yielding.
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