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Jonas stood there, the heavy air pressing down on his shoulders, and everything before him had exceeded their initial expectations. The darkness of the cave, the bizarre murals, Mocus's mutations, and now the struggling mercenary in agony—these all left him in disbelief. Jonas lifted his head to meet Isabella's gaze, his tone calm yet firm: "Isabella, we are no longer in control. Everything here is more dangerous than you can imagine. This is not a simple expedition; we need to retreat."
However, his rational words seemed to strike a nerve with Isabella. Her eyes widened in fury, anger flooding her face as she furrowed her brow and gritted her teeth in rebuttal: "Rationality? You're talking to me about rationality? I am the one responsible for this operation, Jonas! This is my plan! Do you think I don't understand the situation? But you must know, we cannot give up! We've come this far; we're just one step away from obtaining the data we need. Are you telling me to go back now? Are you insane?"
Her voice was filled with rage, each word piercing Jonas's ears like needles. He frowned but remained calm, trying to suppress his own anxiety: "Isabella, I know this plan is important to you. But this is no longer a situation we can control. We have people dead or gone mad; who can guarantee that we will make it out alive?"
Isabella's fists were clenched tightly, her face pale with anger as her tone sharpened: "No! You don't understand! I can't go back empty-handed! I've staked my future, my family, even my life on this! We must obtain the Super Cell data; otherwise, this mission is meaningless!"
At that moment, the mercenary on the ground let out a pained groan, his body convulsing violently as if enduring unbearable torment. His eyes rolled back, and deep, desperate gasps escaped his throat while his hands clawed helplessly at the ground, as if resisting some invisible agony.
This scene made Jonas's heart sink. Watching the mercenary in pain filled him with immense pressure. This bizarre phenomenon was beyond their control. He turned back to Isabella; her fury still burned bright, seemingly oblivious to the suffering of the mercenary before them.
Jonas spoke softly but firmly: "Look closely, Isabella; our people are dying. You want the data? Fine, but you have to be alive to get it. We need to retreat; it might still be possible."
Yet Isabella remained steadfast in her position, showing no signs of compromise. Her gaze was cold and stubborn; her determination to achieve her goals had pushed her to her limits.
The mercenary's agonized cries echoed again, mingled with hoarse gasps and shrieks that stretched each second into an eternity. Everyone in the team began to feel the mounting pressure, and Jonas knew time was running out.
As Isabella and Jonas's argument reached its peak and tensions flared between them, suddenly a deafening static erupted from Jonas's radio as if an invisible hand had tightened around everyone's throats. Both stopped their quarrel instantly; Jonas quickly grabbed the radio and attempted to adjust the signal. Through the noise came Allison's voice, laced with hurried breaths and anxious whispers.
"Jonas… Samuel’s condition… it’s terrible! His body is starting to convulse violently… and…" Her voice trembled with fear, "It seems like there are parasites inside him! His entire form is mutating; oh God… I've never seen anything like this!"
Jonas's heart plummeted into despair as he felt an unprecedented sense of urgency wash over him. He knew that things had spiraled completely out of control and that every second felt like a countdown. He shouted urgently: "Allison! Retreat immediately; stay away from Samuel! Get out of there fast!" His voice was filled with panic and helplessness; he sensed danger closing in on them, but against this extraordinary horror reality, all his training seemed utterly useless.
On the other end of the radio, Allison was still battling the static, her voice breaking through intermittently. "No... Samuel suddenly... pounced on me! His body is starting to twist... Ah! He has changed... his hands... there's something moving inside him!" With her scream, a dull thud echoed, as if someone had been forcefully slammed onto the floor.
Then came the soldiers' panicked shouts and the chaotic sound of footsteps. Jonas could hear the soldiers drawing their guns and firing, bullets cracking like thunder, as if each shot was fighting against some nameless dark terror. The gunfire reverberated through the radio, and the violent explosions nearly filled the entire space. But as the signal weakened, the radio gradually became fuzzy, deepening Jonas's sense of dread.
"Allison! Allison, can you hear me?" Jonas shouted repeatedly, his voice filled with despair. His heart raced as if it would leap from his chest, sweat trickling down his temples, but all that responded was the intermittent static and echoes of gunfire. These sounds were particularly jarring in the darkness, as if each gunshot represented the death of a comrade.
Isabella was also stunned by the message coming through the radio, her eyes wide with disbelief. Just moments ago, she had insisted on pressing forward, but now fear washed over her reason like a tidal wave. She murmured to herself, "Samuel... what have they encountered?" Her body trembled slightly; everything had spiraled far beyond her control, even worse than she had ever imagined.
"Jonas!" Allison's voice suddenly returned, though it was unclear. Still, Jonas could hear her desperation and fear. "Samuel... he is no longer himself! His hands have turned into some kind of monster... Ah!" Suddenly, a loud crash erupted from the radio, as if something had violently struck Allison. Then came the soldiers' roars and gunfire—"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each shot resonated with an echo that seemed to tear at their souls.
Jonas inhaled sharply and shouted, "Allison! Run! Get out of there immediately! No matter what Samuel has become, stay away from him! Protect yourself!" However, all that remained on the other end was chaotic breathing and disordered gunfire, followed by a tremendous crashing sound as if something had completely collapsed.
Holding his gun firmly with a resolute expression on his face, Jonas's heart pounded like thunder; his decision was unshakeable. His fingers gripped the gun tightly as he scanned his surroundings calmly and said to the others without hesitation, "We are retreating."
Raymond and another mercenary quickly pulled out a makeshift stretcher from their backpacks and deftly lifted the increasingly unstable mercenary onto it. Their movements were skilled yet carried an urgent pressure; it seemed that every second of hesitation could worsen their situation. The deranged mercenary continued to convulse on the stretcher, emitting muffled and painful growls as if tormented by some horrific nightmare. His face was pale as paper, cold sweat beading on his forehead; he had completely lost his sanity.
"What are you doing?" Isabella stood aside, her eyes filled with confusion and anxiety. Her voice trembled slightly as she struggled to accept this sudden halt in action. "We haven't gotten what we need yet! Where are you taking him?" Her gaze became frantic as fear and anxiety surged within her.
Jonas turned around angrily, a flicker of rage in his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse: "We are retreating." His tone was cold and resolute; there was no room for doubt. He knew this moment was their last chance; staying in this cave would likely extinguish any hope of walking out alive. "I can't watch anyone else die like this! Don't you understand? We weren't prepared for any of this."
Isabella froze; her mind went blank as her heart raced. The reality before her clashed violently with her expectations. All their plans and efforts seemed insignificant and powerless in that instant. She knew time was running out; the dark Worm within her was beginning to corrode her mind. She could feel that force pressing down on her, robbing her of her free will.
Instinctively, Isabella's hand moved to her chest—the source of her unease and nausea—while a chilling whisper echoed in her mind that sent shivers down her spine. She realized she too was slowly following in Mocus's footsteps, gradually being eroded and consumed by some unknown power. Jonas's decision filled her with fear and unease, but she couldn't voice any objections; confusion and helplessness overwhelmed her heart.
Raymond gasped for breath, his shoulders trembling slightly as he gripped the stretcher tightly. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and unease, as if this nightmare was far from over. "We need to get out of here, Isabella," he said, his tone firm yet laced with fear. He no longer believed there was anything worth risking in this cave.
Isabella clenched her teeth, her gaze flickering with reluctance and anxiety.
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