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Nightmare Mythos

Nightmares Creatures that appeared from the unknown a millennium ago continuously threatened humanity, pushing and pressuring people who once inhabited it aside. These Entities brought the world into utter chaos, furthering their influence to what was once a land that belonged to its rightful owner. In the end, humanity was forced to adapt. They kept trying different ways to fend off the Nightmares, and the solution they finally settled on was… why not become one themselves? Cesar Sparrow, an unfortunate fellow born in an era full of corruption, horror, and the unknown, was desperately trying to escape from its clutches… until he found an enigmatic, dying eyeball that latched itself onto him. “Hehehe, what a great fellow you are,” “How are you talking—. Just what are you…?” The dying eye that latched itself to his empty, bleeding eye socket chuckled, its voice groggy as it answered. “What do you think am I? I’m just an old and weak Nightmare, Sparrow. Though, you can call me Eyes of Deceit. And I'll borrow your body for a moment if you won't mind. Hehe,” "No, why would I give you my body?! Get the fuck out!" Entrapping himself in a series of encounters, uncovering secrets that belong to the Nightmares… and the humanity wanted to remain hidden, Cesar Sparrow ventures into the unknown. To keep struggling, to keep resisting, to keep persevering… will all that be enough? Will he be finally the one to break the chains humans had found themselves in, ending a millennium of suffering? Or succumb to the curse of the Nightmares? ******* Cover not mine. All credits belonged to the owner. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/wcFfu4SP

Ordki_Hozei · Fantasy
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205 Chs

Not Seeing The Big Picture

Cesar glanced at the clock and saw that a measly few minutes were left till the end of their class yet not only did his instructor not even once talk to him but he also didn't give a single glance at him.

Cesar didn't understand if his instructor had to focus on his job that his presence should be put solely on his work or because he didn't care about him at all.

And as the hour was almost passing through their allotted time in their class, Cesar began to think it was the latter concluded thought.

"Instructor Han?"

Tang—!

Finally as if to commend that Cesar has been patient all this time even though he was on the verge of breaking out, the blacksmith Han, spared him a glance before bringing down his hammer.

"I don't see any interest in your eyes,"

The way he uttered those words in the most disinterested tone possible made Cesar irked for some reason. It was because whatever Han was thinking to comment was true.