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Jonas gripped the gun tightly, watching as Raymond's body gradually crumbled before him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in his heart. Raymond's flesh was disintegrating, the black tendrils losing their former strength, hanging limply on the ground like branches of a tree eroded by time. The entire cave trembled with the vibrations of the earth, stones began to fall from the walls, and the sound of shattering echoed in the vast space, resembling an impending apocalypse.
"Raymond..." Jonas gazed at his former comrade, a flicker of painful sorrow crossing his eyes. He knew that no matter what happened, Raymond could never return. The man who had once fought by his side was now nothing more than a mutated shell.
Raymond continued to roar madly; his voice no longer resembled that of a human but rather a chaotic frenzy intertwined with the Worms. There was still a glimmer of humanity in his eyes, but it was devoured by despair, fear, and dark will. Tendrils stretched out from his body, yet each one lacked the agility it once had, now only weakly swaying.
Jonas took a few steps back, realizing that everything was irreversible. The tremors from below grew stronger; this underground world seemed to be heading towards destruction along with Raymond's collapse. Time was running out; he had to leave this place and bring back the crucial data to the surface to reveal these horrifying truths to the world.
"Goodbye, old friend..." Jonas's voice was low and hoarse; he knew this was his final farewell to Raymond. In that moment, memories of their battles together flashed through his mind—the cries on the battlefield, the sounds of slaughter amidst flames, and the trusting gazes they shared—now all reduced to eternal memories.
The ground beneath him shook violently again, as if some force deep within the earth was about to erupt. Jonas did not linger any longer; he turned and ran toward the cave's exit. Each step felt heavy with determination; he would not look back because he knew Raymond had little time left and he had more important matters to attend to.
The darkness of the cave loomed like a ferocious beast ready to consume everything, yet Jonas pressed forward with unwavering resolve. He silently vowed that no matter how dangerous it became ahead, he must bring the secrets of this dark and terrifying underground world to light.
As he ran further away, Raymond's roars gradually faded beneath the tremors. Jonas understood that he could not turn back; everything had come to an end, and he would be the sole survivor of this storm of destruction.
Raymond's body began to convulse violently; his mind felt submerged in an indescribable torrent as countless voices intertwined and collided within him. Thousands of different voices conversed simultaneously, each claiming supreme wisdom—some whispered foolishly while others laughed arrogantly or roared with violence. This chaos was incomprehensible, as if his soul were torn into countless fragments, each trying to dominate this twisted form.
A strange confidence ignited within Raymond's heart. He believed he was no longer merely human; the limitations of this flesh had been shattered. He felt himself transcending humanity, stepping onto the path of divinity. Those voices incessantly told him that all of this was fate’s arrangement—that the glory of the Black Rope Deity had merged with him. He was no longer just a mercenary or a small human being but rather an embodiment of something higher, an unparalleled force.
Though his body was twisted and deformed, in his eyes it represented a new form—a progression toward a higher dimension. Raymond's limbs moved wildly like alien dancers in the dark; every tendril swayed according to his will. The bone-like appendages struck against the walls with dull thuds, stirring up dust and debris around him.
He was completely immersed in this frenzied confidence, losing touch with everything outside. Unbeknownst to him, the temperature within the cave was steadily rising as heat from deep within seeped around him. The air grew heavier with each breath he took, filled with scorching warmth. Yet Raymond felt none of it; in his consciousness, this temperature was merely a baptism leading him toward divinity—a physical acceptance of the ultimate blessing from the Black Rope Deity.
In his mind, visions of the future began to take shape. He saw himself commanding everything, becoming the sole ruler in the darkness, with countless beings bowing before him, and all who resisted would be torn apart by his tendrils. He envisioned transcending death, gaining endless life, becoming an immortal entity. These illusions drove him into a frenzied laughter, as if he could already see his altar towering at the pinnacle of the world.
However, reality cruelly approached from behind. His confident steps began to slow, his movements growing increasingly uncoordinated. As the temperature rose, his skin started to crack, blood roiling just beneath the surface, yet he remained oblivious. The motions of his tendrils also became stiff, as if some greater force was attempting to suppress the mutation within him.
Raymond remained lost in his world of illusions, completely ignoring the dangers surrounding him, arrogantly pressing forward, believing he was on the verge of mastering everything. Yet behind this mad confidence, the shadow of destruction loomed ever closer.
Flames erupted wildly from the depths of the cave, like heavenly fire from hell, mercilessly consuming everything in their path. The explosion of the ship opened the gates of doom; flames raged through the three-tiered cave system, heat waves rolling and crashing against every inch of space. The black slime covering the walls and floor seemed to become the most lethal accelerant; wherever the flames touched it, the slime boiled instantly and burned fiercely like fuel, intensifying the inferno. The air inside the cave grew increasingly stifling and suffocating, smoke and flames intertwining as if the depths had transformed into a sea of fire.
The flames moved like a living entity, rapidly climbing up the stone walls of the cave, instantly occupying every crevice and passageway. As heat waves swept through, rocks began to crack; massive stones fell from above with a thunderous roar echoing throughout the cave. The ground trembled continuously as if heralding the end of days. Amidst this chaos, flames ruthlessly tore through the air with a destructive force that made every moment feel like reality was collapsing.
Raymond remained trapped in his madness; his tendrils charred and his skin beginning to carbonize under the intense heat. Yet within him, the Black Worm continued to struggle desperately to repair his body. But now, as the flames spread, even those Black Worms could no longer escape the devastation of high temperatures; they writhed painfully within him, emitting silent cries of anguish. Raymond's body convulsed in the flames like a statue on the verge of melting, losing balance and swaying with the dance of fire.
However, in that moment of destruction, just as flames consumed his body in its final second, a flicker of clarity suddenly appeared in Raymond's eyes. The madness and chaotic clamor seemed to fade away in an instant; those voices in his head and dark temptations retreated helplessly under the scorching flames. He suddenly felt as though he had returned to his former self—not a puppet of the Black Rope Deity anymore, not a monster controlled by Worms but truly Raymond.
He looked down at his charred and twisted body as if realizing in that last moment the sins he had committed and his irrevocable fate. An indescribable pain and regret shone in Raymond's eyes; countless lives he had destroyed with his own hands and companions who had fallen before him flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. The weight of those memories made his soul heavy once more while flames mercilessly consumed his remaining clarity.
As the cave collapsed around him, flames engulfed Raymond's body without mercy; inside the cave, temperatures soared dramatically, turning him into silent dust. Everything about him dissipated along with the demise of the Black Worm Mother into this boundless sea of fire.
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