Chapter-166

With unwavering confidence, Sin assured Fatty that there was no need to worry. Lita, Fatty's beloved fiancée, was not among the grotesque heads that lay before them. Sin's ocular abilities, a potent combination of the Sharingan and the Blue Emperor eyes, were well-suited to situations like this. Their power allowed him to discern the presence of individuals and access vital information, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges.

Sin's words were a source of solace for Fatty, a reminder that there was still hope and a chance that Lita was alive and well, albeit in an unknown location. The knowledge that she had not met the same gruesome fate as those unfortunate heads brought a sense of relief that momentarily overshadowed the grimness of their surroundings.

Sin's reference to the Byakugan, a legendary ocular jutsu, carried a note of wistfulness. The Byakugan, known for its unparalleled ability to perceive chakra and see through solid objects, would have provided absolute certainty in discerning Lita's presence. However, Sin's pragmatic acknowledgment of his own abilities was a testament to his adaptability and resourcefulness. He didn't dwell on what he lacked but focused on utilizing the tools and talents at his disposal to the fullest.

With the assurance given and the unsettling heads no longer occupying his attention, Sin took the lead once more. His determined stride signaled their continued journey into the depths of the cave, where more mysteries and challenges undoubtedly awaited them.

The group followed Sin, their trust in his abilities and resolve reaffirmed by his cool and collected response to the harrowing discovery. The cave's oppressive atmosphere persisted, a constant reminder of the dangers that loomed in the shadows. Yet, they pressed on, driven by their individual quests and the shared bonds of camaraderie that had brought them this far.

As they moved deeper into the cave's dark recesses, the unanswered questions and uncertainties surrounding Lita's whereabouts lingered in their thoughts.

As they continued their journey, the memory of the chilling scene they had encountered remained etched in their minds. Sin's uncharacteristic outburst served as a reminder that even in a world as unforgiving as theirs, there were depths of horror and darkness that could still shock and unnerve them. The journey ahead had become a descent into the unknown, where not only the external threats but also the inner demons they carried would come to the fore, forcing them to confront the darkness that lurked both within and beyond the shadows.

Sin's resolute decision to continue their journey through the cave served as a rallying point for the group. The tension that had lingered since their unsettling encounter with the collection of severed heads began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and determination. As Sin took the lead, they found the courage to move forward once more, their footsteps echoing through the cavernous darkness.

Amidst the silence of the cave, Sin's acute senses caught a faint yet unmistakable sound—a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. It was the sound of something or someone consuming a meal, a grim and chilling noise that filled the air with an eerie sense of foreboding.

Sin's keen perception allowed him to envision the scene even before he reached its source. He could almost taste the dread in the air, knowing instinctively what they were feasting upon. It was an image that sent a chill through his entire being, and his resolve hardened as he followed the haunting sound to its origin.

The group, following closely behind Sin, was unaware of the source of the disquieting noise. Sin, his senses sharpened by the Sharingan and the Blue Emperor eyes, led them through the twists and turns of the cave's labyrinthine passages until they reached a massive stone door—the final obstacle that stood between them and the source of the haunting sound.

With a sense of grim determination, Sin pushed the massive stone door open, revealing a sight that left them all in stunned silence. Before them lay a chamber bathed in a dim, eerie light, and within it, a nightmarish scene unfolded.

The chamber was littered with the remains of their adversaries, individuals who had crossed paths with the group on their perilous journey. The source of the unsettling sound was now evident—a group of grotesque and yet humanly people are feasting upon the remains of the fallen.

Sin's eyes, now colder and more focused than ever, assessed the gruesome scene with a mix of resolve and apprehension. The creatures, their forms twisted and deformed, bore little resemblance to anything human. Their grotesque features and insatiable hunger painted a picture of abomination and horror.

As Sin confronted the nightmarish tableau before them, the group stood frozen in shock and disbelief. The cavernous chamber had become a macabre feast, a scene that defied reason and left them grappling with a sense of unreality. The enemies they had faced were now reduced to mere fodder for these Mangeur D'os tribes, their fates sealed in the most horrifying of ways.

The group's presence did not go unnoticed. The eaters, their appetite sated for the moment, turned their attention toward the newcomers with a malevolent gaze. It was a chilling moment of confrontation, where the boundaries between the living and the grotesque were blurred, and the true nature of their adversaries became unmistakably clear.

Sin, undeterred by the nightmarish sight before him, knew that this was a pivotal moment in their journey. Their adversaries had revealed themselves in the most horrifying manner possible.

As the group of Mangeur D'os tribes feasting upon the remains of their adversaries noticed the presence of Sin and his companions, a ripple of alarm spread among them. The leader of the group, a man from the Mangeur D'os tribe, stood abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he detected intruders in their midst. In a voice that carried a mix of surprise and authority, he shouted to alert the others.

The eerie silence that had enveloped the chamber was shattered by the leader's shout. In response, the Mangeur D'os tribes ceased their grisly feast and rose to their feet. Their movements were sluggish and disorganized, and their eyes glazed over with a disturbing hunger.