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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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The Ankarog Hierarchy

Another hissing horde of Ankarog Warriors crawled out of the Nightmare Portal, eager to join the battle, but as soon as they spotted the Patriarch's lifeless body sprawled on the ground, their morale dropped, and they fled back inside the Nightscape.

The Patriarch's death was no small event for an Ankarog Colony. Without a leader to guide them and breed with the female drones, they were nothing but a band of disorganized cryptids. And since these Ethereals had one of the most rigid hierarchical setups, no lower-ranking Ankarogs could replace the fallen Patriarch.

Xander knew Silver Pine was now safe from attacks. There was now no chance of the Ankarogs continuing the hunt since they would be too occupied sorting their own societal mess.

Abigail wiped his knives clean and walked up to the defeated Patriarch. He kicked it in its abdomen just to confirm it was really dead.

"What now?" he asked, staring at the oversized mantis.