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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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Body of Sin

The cultist pointed his twisted fingers at the Noctis Umbrae, and the book rose from the ground and flew up in the air. It kept rising higher, and higher till it eventually disappeared amidst the fleecy white clouds. 

"Nothing can stop us from fulfilling our Dark Mother's will. The Noctis Umbrae will whisper its secrets to us, and we will whisper it back to the veiled realm," the cultist said, grinding his teeth like a lunatic.

Xander gripped his scythe in his right hand and shot toward him like a bullet. The Dream Cleaver's curved blade slashed downward at full power, but the cultist blocked the attack with the chains wound around his arm.

Sharp steel clashed against cold iron, and the jarring clang resonated across the summit. Xander kept raining blow after blow, but all his attacks were blocked by the cultist's chains.