Chapter-167

The man who had first noticed Sin and his group stepped forward, his grotesque features twisted into a semblance of curiosity. He approached them cautiously, his posture both inquisitive and defensive. In a voice that conveyed a strange mixture of curiosity and suspicion, he questioned the intruders.

"Who are you, and how did you come to be here?" he demanded, his voice laden with an air of authority. His eyes, despite their unnatural appearance, held a glimmer of intelligence as he awaited a response.

Sin, however, offered no reply to the man's inquiry. His stoic silence was a testament to his unwavering resolve and his determination to forge ahead despite the disturbing circumstances. Without uttering a word, he made his way toward the cave's entrance, his gaze fixed on the path ahead.

Julia, Sia, and Fatty Jack sensing the urgency of the situation and the need to follow Sin's lead, moved to follow him. But before they could step through the door and join Sin, a sudden obstacle halted their progress.

Sin, with a deftness that spoke to his resourcefulness, swiftly constructed a makeshift wooden wall that blocked the entrance to the chamber. The barrier, though simple in construction, effectively barred Julia, Sia, and Fatty Jack from following him any further.

Their attempts to proceed were met with insurmountable obstacles, and the realization that they were now separated from Sin left them with a sense of frustration and apprehension. The wooden wall, a symbol of Sin's determination to confront the Mangeur D'os tribes alone, served as a stark reminder of the isolation and uncertainty that awaited them.

Julia, known for her level-headedness and adaptability, quickly assessed the situation. She understood that Sin's actions were deliberate and carried a purpose, even if that purpose remained a mystery to them. Fatty Jack, though initially taken aback by the sudden barrier, trusted in Sin's judgment and chose to wait, their eyes fixed on the wooden wall that separated them from their enigmatic leader.

In the dimly lit chamber, the group now faced a stark choice. Sin had entered the unknown, leaving behind a wall that served as both a physical and metaphorical boundary. The Mangeur D'os tribes, their leader included, watched with a curious and malevolent gaze, their intentions and allegiances unclear.

The cavernous chamber had become a battleground of anticipation and uncertainty, a place where alliances were forged and tested, and where destinies hung in the balance. Sin's decision to block the path and separate himself from the Mangeur D'os tribes and their tribal leader triggered an unsettling transformation among them.

In an instant, all of the Mangeur D'os tribes, including the man who had detected Sin and his companions, underwent a disturbing metamorphosis. Their forms twisted and contorted into unnatural figures that defied the boundaries of the human form. Their teeth elongated into monstrous fangs, resembling the nightmarish maws of creatures from the darkest corners of horror stories.

This grotesque transformation marked Sin as an immediate threat in their eyes. Their hostile and predatory intent was unmistakable, as they now resembled beings more commonly found in the most terrifying tales of jungle horrors and supernatural legends. Sin recognized the nature of these nightmarish entities all too well.

These grotesque figures were known as ghouls, creatures with a horrifying penchant for cannibalism. They were beings that inhabited the fringes of human society, lurking in the shadows and feeding upon the remains of the dead. In their grotesque transformation, they revealed their true nature as insatiable predators, driven by a malevolent hunger that defied all reason.

Sin's stoic demeanor remained unwavering, even in the face of this nightmarish transformation. His calm and serene tone, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded, belied his unyielding resolve. He understood the gravity of the situation and the dangers posed by the ghouls, but he remained determined to navigate this harrowing encounter with caution and composure.

The ghouls, now marked by their monstrous fangs and predatory instincts, saw Sin as both a threat and an opportunity—a potential source of sustenance in their endless quest for flesh. The cavernous chamber had become an arena of confrontation, where the living and the grotesque were locked in a deadly dance of survival and desperation.

As the transformation of the grotesque entities into nightmarish ghouls unfolded, their leader, the man from the Mangeur D'os tribe who had detected Sin and his companions, was consumed by anger and frustration. His grotesque features twisted with indignation, and he demanded an explanation from Sin, who had blocked their path and separated himself from the group.

Beside the leader, another member of the tribe joined in the chorus of anger, directing words and gestures toward Sin. However, the exchange remained incomprehensible to Sin and his companions, who struggled to decipher the guttural sounds and primitive gestures employed by the grotesque entities.

Sin, maintaining his characteristic calm and serene demeanor in the face of mounting tension, recognized that the second man, like their leader, was the only one among them capable of speaking in a recognizable language, albeit with significant difficulty. With a curiosity that transcended the immediate peril of their situation, Sin decided to seek understanding amid the chaos.

In a measured tone, he addressed the man who could communicate more clearly, posing a simple but crucial question, "What were they eating now?" His voice conveyed an air of genuine curiosity rather than judgment, a testament to his unyielding determination to unravel the mysteries of the cave and the grotesque entities that inhabited it.

The man, still grappling with the unfamiliarity of the language he was using, took a moment to gather his thoughts. He cast a wary glance at Sin before responding, his words laden with a defiant tone that hinted at the secrets and horrors of their practices.

"It's none of your business," the leader replied curtly, his voice carrying an air of hostility and reservation. It was a response that offered little in the way of clarification or transparency, leaving Sin and his companions to grapple with the unsettling nature of their encounter.

The cavernous chamber had become a battleground of tension and enigma, where language and culture served as insurmountable barriers. The ghouls, with their nightmarish transformation complete, regarded Sin and his companions with predatory intent, their insatiable hunger lurking just beneath the surface.