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As they gradually approached the vehicle parked with the monster's corpse, an eerie stillness enveloped the air, as if the entire jungle was holding its breath in anticipation of some horrifying revelation. The Old Witch walked ahead, suddenly stopping in her tracks, her nose twitching slightly as if she were sniffing out some abnormal scent in the air. Her expression darkened instantly, and she let out a low warning growl, her voice laced with evident fear and urgency.
Urahesa, hearing the Old Witch's roar, turned pale. He hurried to the side of the vehicle, shaking the door anxiously while keeping his eyes fixed on the interior. "Hurry, open the door!" he urged Isabella.
Feeling Urahesa's anxiety, Isabella's heart raced with tension. She glanced at the driver, whose eyes reflected confusion and unease. He hesitated, looking at Isabella as if waiting for her decision. Isabella nodded slightly, signaling him to follow Urahesa's instructions. Taking a deep breath, the driver pressed the unlock button, and with a click, the door swung open.
Urahesa dashed toward the opening door almost immediately, followed closely by the Old Witch, whose swift movements were astonishing. They both climbed into the vehicle and quickly scanned its interior. When their gazes fell upon the corpse shrouded in a blue cube, they simultaneously gasped in shock and fear.
The body remained enveloped in a blue Barrier, its glow flickering and isolating it from the outside world. The corpse's face was pale and bloodless, but its twisted expression and abnormal state made the scene exceptionally horrifying.
A flicker of extreme dread crossed the Old Witch's eyes; her lips trembled slightly as if she were chewing on some ancient curse. Urahesa's expression darkened further, his gaze filled with profound fear and shock. They could hardly believe what lay before them—the monster transformed from child soldiers was tightly linked to their most dreaded legends.
Urahesa's voice quivered with barely contained anger and helplessness. "This... this is The Curse of the Black Rope... Those traitors are so foolish!"
Isabella stood by the door, witnessing everything unfold as her unease morphed into terror. She had never seen Urahesa and the Old Witch so uncomposed; they clearly had a deep understanding of what they were facing, a knowledge that concealed countless darkness and unknowns. Jonas clenched his fists, sensing that danger was closing in; he knew this mission had far exceeded their expectations.
The Old Witch stared intently at the pale corpse, her expression growing increasingly grave. Her gaze lingered on it as if searching for a crucial clue. Suddenly, her eyes sharpened with alarm; her complexion changed drastically. Then she let out a piercing scream filled with terror and despair, as if announcing an unbelievable disaster.
Urahesa jumped at the Old Witch's sudden outburst; he quickly turned around to look at her in astonishment. The echoes of her scream resonated through the night, as if the entire jungle were echoing her fear. Her trembling finger pointed at the corpse while she shouted in their language repeatedly, seemingly expressing some extremely serious discovery.
Urahesa’s expression turned grave as well; his gaze followed where the Old Witch pointed before he muttered in horror, “The Creation of the Black Rope is missing!” His voice was laced with shock and anger as he turned to Isabella with urgency and agitation. “What did you do? What happened?”
Isabella and the other team members stood frozen in place, completely bewildered by Urahesa’s words. She furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of his statements amidst the chaos created by the Old Witch’s frantic cries and Urahesa’s agitated reactions. Instinctively turning to Jonas for clarity, she found him equally confused; neither understood what “The Creation of the Black Rope” referred to or what secrets lay behind Urahesa’s accusations.
As Urahesa's emotions escalated, the scene grew increasingly chaotic. The mercenaries began to grip their weapons anxiously, glancing around in an attempt to comprehend what was happening. Isabella felt her heart racing, her tumultuous thoughts preventing her from making a calm judgment. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to steady her nerves; despite the turmoil within, she knew she had to quickly devise a response to this sudden crisis. She opened her mouth to explain but found herself at a loss for words to quell Urahesa's fury.
Isabella struggled to regain her composure, even though her mind was in disarray. She inhaled deeply and tried to speak in a steady tone, "Urahesa, we truly don't understand what you mean. We just want to protect ourselves; we don't know what has happened."
Upon hearing her words, Urahesa's expression grew tenser, his eyes filled with fear and anger, as if Isabella's ignorance was unbearable to him. He growled anxiously, "The Black Rope will spread its malice among those who seek to exploit its great power! You fools have killed this body but failed to capture the true darkness!"
There was a profound despair in Urahesa's voice as he trembled, pointing at the corpse wrapped in a blue cube, emphasizing the gravity of his words. For him, this was clearly more than just an ordinary battle; it involved some extremely dangerous existence—a force they could not fully comprehend.
Jonas had been silently observing the corpse, a terrifying thought gradually surfacing in his mind. His gaze remained fixed on the body as Urahesa's words raced through his mind. His voice was low and cautious, as if each word carried deep questions and fears: "You mean... those Worms?"
Urahesa's face darkened further as he stared intently at Jonas, his eyes flickering with an indescribable anxiety.
A thunderclap exploded in Jonas and Isabella's minds. Their hearts raced, filled with an uncontrollable dread. Those black Worms were not merely ordinary parasites; they were the malice of the Black Rope Deity, a form of evil power that transcended their understanding.
Instinctively, Jonas's gaze fell once more on the corpse, recalling the horrifying image of those Worms writhing beneath the skin. An invisible chill crept up his spine. They had not captured the true threat; those Worms—the real carriers of this curse—were now hidden somewhere unknown, perhaps lying in wait for their next opportunity to strike.
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