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My Dreamwalker System

Xander Nyxon was born with a gift: the ability to lift the veil of sleep and travel to the world beyond. He is one of the few rare individuals who can enter dreams and nightmares at will. While most Dreamwalkers ply their trade on the Dreamscape, Xander Nyxon is one of the reckless few who travels to the Nightscape seeking answers from the deceased. However, walking through nightmares is a perilous task even for the most experienced Dreamwalker. A thin veil separates the real world from the realm beyond, holding the terrors of the Nightscape at bay. But things quickly go wrong when a group of cultists cause the wall between the worlds to crumble. What happens when dreams and nightmares merge with the real world and twisted Ethereals start clawing their way out of the Nightscape? *** Xander was lifted off his feet and pushed back several paces. He desperately tried to get back on the ground, but his legs kept dangling mid-air. “I knew you’d be coming,” the mysterious figure whispered, pulling his hood back to reveal a hideous face riddled with scars. He was blind in the left eye and all his teeth were grimy black. “What the hell are you freaks up to?” Xander growled, desperately trying to break free from the cultist’s grasp. “Who are you guys?” The cultist smiled at this and replied, “Our names are inconsequential, Dreamwalker. But I think you already know what we are up to. Our world is plagued by sin. It is time for it to be cleansed by the Dark Deity’s blessing!” What to expect? 1. Dungeons. 2. Magic. 3. Creatures from folklore, myth and fantasy. 4. A level-up system with skill upgrades. 5. Mystery and adventure. [If you like the story, do consider buying privilege/premium chapters to help me out. Thanks!] [On hiatus]

Ashdenroth · Fantasie
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A dream or a nightmare?

It had been a long and tiring evening. Xander barely had any energy left to drag his sore body to bed, so he crashed on the couch in the living room.

Leena was exhausted as well, but she couldn't sleep without taking a warm shower first, so she headed into the bathroom.

For Master Arwin, however, it was going to be a sleepless night. Having lost his powers, the old mentor had little to offer except knowledge.

With his mind overcast with dark clouds, the old Guild Master took refuge in his faith. Sitting upright on his chair, he began praying to Kiya, asking for her guidance.

The cool breeze blowing through the open window near the couch eased the tightness in Xander's chest, helping him unwind. As the wind played with his ruffled black hair, he heard the distant buzzing of the cicadas, and it gently lulled him to sleep, making him forget all his troubles.