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Rise of the Nightmare Crestmaster

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

PillGrandCreator · Fantasy
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232 Chs

Epilogue

The vigorous winds of spring blew on a green mountain, full of life in mid-spring the animals and birds could be seen running across the verdant fields.

On this mountain there was a village, faraway from anything, it was like many settlements in Vorian these days, isolated, and liked it that way. This village was simply called Green-mountain.

Strangers would rarely ever pay a visit to Green-mountain, it was small and far removed from any roads or trade routes. However on this day two strangers intruded on the peace of this village.

On one of the farms on Green-mountain, mountain goats lay dead. It seems like the goats fur was set on fire and they all burned to death.

This was akin to the family's living being destroyed but, to the blond woman with the irritated expression, that hardly mattered.

"I'm trying to talk and these distrusting fucking animals were annoying me, does anyone here have a problem with that?"