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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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330 Chs

A few brave men

*Silver Pine Village*

*Outside the abandoned stables*

The cultists had set fire to the barn right outside the stable and gutted the guard dogs tied nearby. The cobbled streets leading to the village were bathed in blood, but the wounded had been taken to the village infirmary and the corpses had already been burned by the village chief.

The Ethereals had laid waste to the wooden fences and raided the only tavern in the village, causing tremendous destruction. Abigail and his companions had somehow mustered a resistance to push back the attackers, but they had barely managed to survive the night.

Silver Pine, however, was still not out of danger. The Nightmare Portal outside the stable had grown in size and was pulsating with dark energy. It hung over their village like a curse, threatening to cause another bloodbath.