The call of the nightmare realm cannot be denied, the woven fate is inevitable. His ability to travel to the nightmare realm granted him immortality but also pit him with an unfamiliar reality within the ruins of a once glorious civilization, with curses and magics uncharted, horrors and fiendish monsters beyond the ken of man. This is the epic tale of struggle against impossible odds and enemies bigger than life. Aldrich has been tormented by horrific nightmares as he lived out a simple life in Wakefield, a small village. He dreams of the day when his crest awakens so that he can soar to the sky, but on that day Wakefield is burned. He is the only survivor. What Adlritch will find outside his little village will not just test the limits of his will, but also his sanity. Being the only one who can access the nightmare realm he is determined to turn a curse into a blessing and rise to unreached heights as, The Nightmare Crestmaster. **** This book is an epic fantasy with dark undertones, one might call it grimdark but it’s not without humor. I have seen complaints about the middle part of the novel, namely around chapter 60-70 some have said that it get too slow and I admit I made pacing mistakes there but the novel gets better right after and I believe some of the best content I wrote happens after that part so please make it through to join me and the rest of the readers on my journey. WARNING: I don’t write brain-dead characters. Romance and harem, which are not the focus of the story will take time. This novel was inspired by Soulsborne, all of it. **** 7 chapters/ week join my discord and become a Crestmaster: https://discord.gg/v7rsrySs 黑色台面
He coughed blood, the tentacle didn't pierce the chest armor at least not completely but it dented it and cracks appeared everywhere. The impact was enough to cause Aldrich internal damage.
After all it was a grade one monster. Equivalent to a true Crestmaster.
Aldrich landed on the sand and rolled, he had not felt like this since his first fight against the armored husk.
"Haaa!"
Aldrich tried to breath but everything felt out of wack until he shook his head and the daze he was in with it. With a roar he regained his composure.
Aldrich looked at the scene in front of him, Frank was suspended in the air by four tentacles. But it was not the same Aberrant acolyte that attacked Aldrich, it was the first mate.
There were two of them.
Aldrich ran towards the suspended Frank with the spear that he was still holding onto but he suddenly raised the spear horizontally and took three steps back.