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Isabella furrowed her brow, a glimmer of curiosity flashing in her eyes as she cautiously asked, "The power of the Black Rope Deity? What does that mean?"
Upon hearing this question, Urahesa's anger deepened rapidly. His eyes widened, and his voice brimmed with uncontrollable fury and disdain. "Those foolish traitors dare to attempt to use the power of the Black Rope God to satisfy their own selfish desires! They think they can manipulate the forces of this ancient land to achieve their vile goals."
As Urahesa spoke, his fists clenched involuntarily, as if suppressing a tremendous inner rage. His voice grew low and powerful, carrying a warning tone. "But they are gravely mistaken; the Black Rope God is not something these arrogant fools can toy with. The power of the Black Rope God is rooted in this land, imbued with ancient wisdom and mysterious strength. It does not exist to fulfill the whims of certain individuals but is one of the most primal and potent forces of this land."
Urahesa's tone became even more severe, as if each word struck heavily in the air. "Those ignorant traitors believe they can harness the Black Rope Deity, yet they do not realize that such actions will only bring disaster upon themselves. The Black Rope Deity is not a force to be manipulated at will; it will judge those who attempt to exploit it and utterly destroy them."
Isabella felt increasingly awed by the mystery and power of the Black Rope Deity as she listened to Urahesa's words. She sensed his reverence and unwavering belief in the deity, understanding that this was not mere faith but a profound connection intertwined with the essence of this land. The thought that those traitors were foolish enough to try to exploit this power filled her with unease and fear.
Urahesa's words echoed within the tent, creating an invisible pressure in the air. Jonas watched Urahesa, feeling a chill run down his spine. He knew they were facing an unknown and extremely dangerous force, and that this conflict was far more than just a simple battle; it was a clash of mystery and power. They had to be more cautious because any misjudgment could lead to catastrophic consequences.
Isabella's thoughts raced back to the creature they had encountered on the road. Its strange form, black writhing tendrils seemed somehow connected to what Urahesa had mentioned about the Black Rope Deity. A wave of unease washed over her as she spoke with a hint of tension in her voice, "We encountered a monster on the way... its body was like a black worm..."
However, before Isabella could finish her sentence, Urahesa's expression shifted dramatically to one of intense agitation. He sprang up suddenly, his body trembling from emotional upheaval. A look of disbelief mixed with fear flashed in his eyes as his voice rose high and urgent. "What did you say? What did you encounter?"
Urahesa's reaction took Isabella by surprise; she had never seen this tribal leader lose control like this before. His authoritative voice now sounded particularly anxious, as if what Isabella had mentioned was of utmost importance. The atmosphere inside the tent grew tense instantly, as if the air itself was thick with pressure, causing the guards around them to become more alert.
"Say it again! What exactly did you encounter?" Urahesa demanded loudly, his eyes flickering with complex emotions—shock, anger, and even a hint of fear.
Isabella felt Urahesa's emotion infecting her, her heart racing uncontrollably. She realized she might have touched upon an extremely significant and secretive topic related directly to the monster they had faced. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and prepared to explain their terrifying encounter on the road in detail because she knew it could determine their fate moving forward.
Taking another deep breath to steady herself, Isabella spoke in a steady tone to Urahesa. "We encountered a monster transformed from child soldiers. Its body was covered in black worms that writhed beneath its skin; it seemed like some kind of bizarre creature..."
As the words left his lips, Urahesa's expression suddenly changed dramatically. A flicker of indescribable anger and fear flashed in his eyes. Abruptly, he raised his hand and interrupted Isabella's speech with a furious shout, "Shut up!" His voice echoed like thunder within the tent, filled with an irresistible authority and rage.
Then, Urahesa swiftly turned to a few guards beside him and shouted several commands in their language. The guards' faces shifted as they grasped the gravity of the situation, quickly executing his orders. They clearly understood the seriousness of the matter, rushing out of the tent without hesitation, their movements swift and tense as if an urgent task awaited them.
The atmosphere inside the tent became even more oppressive, Urahesa's fury permeating the air like a tangible force. His fists were clenched tightly, and his expression was unusually stern. Isabella felt his intense emotional turmoil and sensed a twinge of unease within herself. She realized that her recent remarks had touched upon an extremely sensitive topic, one that was likely far more complex and dangerous than she had previously imagined.
Urahesa struggled to suppress his inner anger and fear; his gaze turned cold and focused. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he spoke in a low, undeniable voice, "Take me to see the body."
His words carried an air of unyielding authority, transforming what could have been a request into a command. Isabella nodded, her heart filled with confusion and concern. Yet she knew that Urahesa regarded their predicament with utmost seriousness; this discovery could alter the course of their entire mission.
Jonas stood nearby, feeling the weight of Urahesa's pressure. He instinctively clenched his fists, ready to respond to any sudden developments. He understood that the actions to come would unveil more dark secrets hidden within this land, and there would be no turning back.
The group quickly exited the tent into the deepening night outside. The campfire flickered gently in the breeze, casting ghostly shadows around them. Raymond and several mercenaries stood not far away, their expressions serious and alert. Upon seeing Isabella and Jonas emerge from the tent alongside Urahesa, their faces grew even graver as they sensed something was amiss.
Raymond hurried forward, preparing to quietly ask Jonas what had happened when he was abruptly interrupted by hurried footsteps. All eyes turned toward the source of the sound as an Old Witch dressed in Shaman attire suddenly rushed out from another small tent. Her frame was thin, her hair gray, and her face lined with deep wrinkles. Though her steps appeared somewhat unsteady, her movements were surprisingly swift.
The Old Witch looked flustered, her eyes flashing with intense anxiety and fear. She rushed up to Urahesa, panting heavily as her staff struck the ground urgently with a series of "thuds," adding a sense of urgency to her words. Speaking rapidly in tribal language to Urahesa, her pace was so quick that it was hard to catch every word; yet each syllable was filled with tension and unease.
Urahesa's expression darkened further as he listened to the Old Witch's words; shock and anger flickered in his eyes as if what she said confirmed his worst fears. Clenching his fists tightly while listening to her, veins bulged on the back of his hands, revealing the immense turmoil within him.
Isabella and Jonas stood aside; although they couldn't understand their conversation, they could clearly feel the atmosphere shift dramatically. The Old Witch's demeanor and Urahesa's reaction hinted at some dreadful event about to unfold. Jonas felt his heart race while Raymond and the other mercenaries sensed this unsettling tension; their hands instinctively moved toward their weapons, ready for any unforeseen circumstances.
The Old Witch's words abruptly ceased as she turned to look at Isabella and Jonas, her gaze filled with a veiled warning and fear. Urahesa took a deep breath; determination shone in his eyes as if he had made a significant decision. He waved his hand to signal for the group to continue moving forward before striding purposefully toward where the monster's body lay, his expression still shrouded in darkness.
Isabella and Jonas exchanged a glance, filled with questions and unease, but at that moment, they could only follow Urahesa's lead, stepping toward the deeper darkness and truths hidden within this land.
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