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Swarming in the air, the Wooden Cicadas filled the space with a gruesome display of blood and flesh, blocking out the sunlight like a dark cloud enveloping the church. Their numbers were so vast that counting them was impossible; each Cicada's wings were smeared with blood and bits of meat, producing a buzzing sound that formed a bizarre symphony. The Wooden Cicadas circled within the church, their seemingly endless presence casting an eerie and terrifying atmosphere throughout the space.
Eileen stood frozen, her heart racing with an indescribable fear as she gazed at the scene before her. It felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. The acrid scent of blood permeated the church, making her stomach churn. The buzzing of the Cicadas blended with the frenzied shouts of the Townspeople, creating an unsettling harmony that hinted at some strange ritual.
Eileen looked up at this supernatural spectacle, her eyes wide with terror as her heartbeat quickened, threatening to burst from her chest. She couldn't comprehend what was happening; the sight before her filled her with helplessness and dread. The sheer number of Wooden Cicadas was suffocating, resembling a massive black cloud that obscured the light and cast a dim, oppressive gloom over the church.
Suddenly, a piece of flesh fell from above, landing on Eileen's shoulder. The sticky sensation and overwhelming stench of blood made her gag. Trembling, she reached up to touch her shoulder and found that the chunk of flesh was still quivering, as if it retained some semblance of life. Eileen's body shook violently; she felt utterly powerless and terrified.
Everything around her was so bizarre and surreal that she could hardly believe her eyes. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion; aside from fear, no other emotion seemed to occupy her thoughts. The Wooden Cicadas danced in the air, their numbers impossible to ignore. Their wings flapped rhythmically, as if engaged in some ancient and mysterious ceremony. The buzzing grew louder, sending waves of panic through Eileen's heart.
Her body continued to tremble under the pressure; she felt on the verge of breaking down. Her eyes fixated on the Wooden Cicadas, searching for some explanation or answer. Yet all of this lay beyond her comprehension.
The light within the church dimmed further as the Wooden Cicadas swarmed densely, blocking out most of the sunlight. The Townspeople continued their fervent shouting, filled with worship and ecstasy at this scene. Their voices echoed through the church, intertwining with the buzzing of the Cicadas to create an eerie soundscape.
Eileen watched as the entire church descended into a frenzy, her heart brimming with uncontainable fear and anger. Tears welled in her eyes as she stood trembling, consumed by one thought: she had to get out of there.
"Come on! We have to leave!" Eileen shouted desperately at Mark and Lisa, who remained kneeling on the ground, her voice laced with despair and terror. "I need to call for help! This is insane!"
Lisa seemed to snap back to reality suddenly, standing up in a daze with fear etched across her face. However, Mark remained on his knees, his eyes vacant as if he hadn’t heard Eileen’s words.
"Mark!" Eileen called urgently, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him forcefully. "We need to go! Now!"
Mark stayed kneeling, his gaze hollow as if something had entranced him. His lips trembled slightly as if he were murmuring something unintelligible to Eileen.
"Mark, get up quickly!" Erin's voice grew more urgent, tears streaming from her eyes.
Lisa stepped forward to support Mark, trying to help him stand. "Mark, we have to leave here, now!" Her voice was filled with anxiety and fear.
However, Mark's body seemed glued to the ground, his gaze still vacant as if he could not comprehend what was happening around him. Erin felt a wave of despair; she knew they had to leave immediately—the church had become incredibly dangerous.
The townsfolk remained immersed in their frenzied ritual, completely oblivious to Erin and the others' movements. The Wooden Cicadas continued to swarm in the air, blocking out the sunlight and making the interior of the church even darker and more oppressive.
"This is insane..." Erin whispered, her fear intensifying. She pulled at Mark's hand again, trying to lift him from the ground.
Erin and Lisa worked together to pull Mark up, but in an instant, he forcefully shook them off. Mark suddenly lifted his head, a cold light flickering in his eyes as if he were no longer the companion they knew. He looked at them in disbelief and said coldly, "Why don’t you understand... didn’t you hear? The words of will are echoing in this sacred place!"
Erin and Lisa were stunned by Mark's reaction, their faces filled with confusion and fear. They could not comprehend why Mark had suddenly changed like this.
"Little Rudy did it! He fulfilled his duty as a blessed one!" Mark exclaimed excitedly, his eyes brimming with dangerous enthusiasm. "Didn’t you see? This sky full of miracles!"
His voice carried a fervent passion, as if he were under some kind of control. Mark's gaze became wild and restless as he looked at the swarming Wooden Cicadas, his eyes shining with admiration.
Erin took a step back, filled with fear and confusion. "Mark, what are you talking about? This is... this is madness!"
Lisa also tried to calm Mark down, speaking nervously. "Mark, we need to leave! It's too dangerous here!"
Yet Mark seemed completely unaffected by their words; his eyes remained frantic as if he had been entirely taken over by some force. "You don’t understand... this is a miracle! This is the manifestation of will!"
Mark's voice grew increasingly shrill, as if he had plunged into a frenzy. Erin and Lisa exchanged a glance, filled with despair and helplessness. They knew that Mark was no longer the companion they once knew; he had been ensnared by the strange cult and its rituals.
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