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The grand tent of Urahesa stood tall at the center of the tribe, its structure both magnificent and ancient. The flickering light of the surrounding campfires added to its solemnity. The tent's flaps had been lifted, and Urahesa stood at the entrance, his gaze reflecting profound wisdom and authority. He raised his hand slightly in an inviting gesture, signaling Isabella to enter this realm filled with mystery.
Isabella understood that this would be an important meeting, one that could determine whether they could successfully embark on their upcoming mission. She nodded gently to Urahesa in gratitude and then turned to Raymond, giving him instructions: "Raymond, prepare our supplies and equipment. Count everything carefully to ensure nothing is amiss."
Raymond immediately nodded and began directing the mercenaries to arrange the gear and supplies according to plan. They moved swiftly and methodically, each person aware of the importance of these provisions; they were not only vital for their survival but could also be key to establishing a good relationship with the Indigenous tribe.
Isabella then turned to Allison, her tone firm yet gentle: "Allison, please start the medical work. See if anyone needs our help and ensure they are in good health."
Allison smiled and nodded, picking up the medical kit to provide support to the Indigenous people in the tribe. Her professionalism and gentle demeanor quickly earned the trust of the Indigenous individuals, several of whom approached her seeking assistance. Allison carefully examined each person who came for help, patiently diagnosing and treating them, trying to use her medical skills to foster trust and cooperation between both parties.
After making these arrangements, Isabella turned back and nodded at Jonas. Her eyes conveyed a sense of determination as she indicated for him to follow her into Urahesa's grand tent. Jonas understood that this meeting was crucial; it could determine the success or failure of their mission.
Without hesitation, Jonas followed Isabella's lead as they walked toward the tent together. Their steps were steady and strong as they passed through curious and scrutinizing gazes from those around them, gradually approaching Urahesa. A low murmur emanated from within the tent, as if hinting that an important conversation was about to take place.
Upon entering the tent, both Jonas and Isabella felt a solemn and mysterious atmosphere enveloping them. Urahesa nodded slightly before personally lowering the tent flap, shutting out everything from the outside world. The dim light inside revealed various symbolic totems and artifacts arranged around them, exuding an ancient power.
Isabella and Jonas moved to the center of the tent, quietly awaiting Urahesa's instructions. They knew that every decision made from this point onward would impact their team's fate, and this discussion might be the first step in unraveling the mysteries of this land.
As Jonas stepped into the tent alongside Isabella, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety. The atmosphere inside was heavy and oppressive; several guards stood around them, each robustly built with dark skin and sharp, vigilant eyes. Each guard carried large machetes at their waists, their handles wrapped in various animal leathers, radiating a primal wildness and strength. In such an environment, Jonas felt an invisible pressure; he found it difficult to relax completely due to their presence.
In the center of the tent sat Urahesa on a floor-level lounge chair draped with a black panther's pelt. The pelt shimmered with a glossy sheen under the firelight, seemingly still carrying the essence of the beast, adding an air of mystery and authority to this tribal leader. Urahesa leaned slightly back in his chair, his calm yet deep gaze fixed on Isabella and Jonas as if scrutinizing their every move.
Once settled, Urahesa extended his hand in a simple gesture indicating they could sit down as well. Without hesitation, Isabella accepted this invitation; she plopped down onto the ground without concern for its dirtiness as if such an environment had no effect on her. Her actions were unpretentious and appeared natural; this move surprised Jonas slightly.
Jonas instinctively hesitated for a moment. He had thought that Isabella would have some reservations about such an environment, after all, she usually placed great importance on her image and hygiene. However, seeing her sit down so casually made Jonas reassess his companion. Isabella's decisiveness and nonchalance seemed to convey a message: in this ancient and mysterious land, any form of restraint or pretentiousness would appear superfluous.
Noticing that Isabella had already settled down, Jonas reluctantly set aside his concerns. He took a deep breath and obediently sat down on the ground as well, trying to appear natural and blend into the atmosphere. His gaze swept over the guards surrounding them, still feeling a hint of pressure, but he knew they needed to focus on the conversation at hand.
Urahesa watched as the two of them sat down, his expression remaining stern and inscrutable. He raised his hand slightly, and the flickering firelight illuminated the black panther's fur, making the entire space seem even more mysterious and imposing. Isabella and Jonas waited quietly for Urahesa's words, their hearts filled with both anticipation and unease. This conversation would determine whether they could successfully embark on their upcoming mission, and every action they took could influence the outcome of this meeting.
Urahesa slowly began to speak, his voice deep and authoritative, as if each word carried a heavy sense of history: "Recently, Depachisoto has been restless." His tone revealed an unmistakable concern, his brow slightly furrowed as he gazed deeply at Isabella and Jonas.
He paused for a moment before continuing, "I am very sorry for what happened to you." There was a hint of regret in his voice; although he had no direct connection to these Guerrillas, as the guardian of this land, he still felt a sense of responsibility.
Upon hearing Urahesa's words, curiosity and vigilance flickered in Isabella's eyes. She knew that the jungle of Depachisoto was fraught with unknown dangers but did not expect those dangers to stem from human infighting. Tentatively, she asked, "What exactly are these Guerrillas? Why did they attack us?"
Urahesa's expression grew even more serious, anger barely concealed in his eyes. He replied slowly, "These Guerrillas are defectors from the military government. They have betrayed their oaths and become lawless marauders in the jungle. They kidnap children from surrounding villages, forcing them to become child soldiers and using these children to commit various atrocities."
As Urahesa recounted this grim tale, both Isabella and Jonas felt a surge of intense anger emanating from the leader's words. Urahesa's fingers clenched into fists, his body trembling slightly, revealing his inner turmoil and helplessness.
"Worse still," Urahesa's voice lowered under pressure, "they are attempting to exploit the power of the Black Rope Deity to achieve their nefarious goals." When he mentioned "Black Rope Deity," his tone was filled with strong indignation and disgust, as if the name itself were a desecration of their tribal beliefs.
At that moment, Urahesa's expression became increasingly intense; his brow furrowed tightly as an uncontrollable fury ignited in his eyes. His voice grew deeper and more powerful with rising emotion: "These traitors not only abandoned their duties but also dared to profane our faith. Their actions are reprehensible; they seek to use the power of the Black Rope Deity to control this land for their wicked purposes."
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