As time passed, the subtle spiritual influence began to intensify.
The team members became increasingly anxious, and their trust in each other gradually unraveled.
Ron observed the process calmly, feeling only pure academic interest.
"Interesting psychological tactics." He analyzed in his mind:
"Not forced control, but amplification of the negative emotions that already exist in the target. This method is more covert and harder to guard against."
Deep in the forest, a particularly massive flesh-rooted tree began to emanate stronger influences.
On its trunk, blurry human faces emerged, seemingly narrating some sorrowful stories.
A young explorer named Tom was deeply attracted by these faces.
He saw his deceased father, his childhood playmates, and all those he missed.
"Tom!" Martin's voice seemed to come from far away: "Don't look at those illusions!"
But Tom had already immersed himself entirely in memories.
