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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 Frostweaver

The wind gradually picked up speed, blowing the freshly fallen snow in Xander's face and chilling his bones. He could have sworn the weather was bright and sunny just a moment ago, but now the cloud-dappled sky looked pale and withered like a bearded old man.

As the clouds showered the plain with powdery white flakes, a misty veil obscured Xander's vision, preventing him from looking too far ahead. He could see only the tops of the closest trees through this unnatural haze.

"Why should the flowers wither away and leave nothing behind? Why should the bees stop singing?" The same cold voice echoed from the distance. "No, the snow shall preserve them all in eternal winter."

Xander desperately tried to back away and step outside the perimeter set by the fallen daggers of ice, but the extreme cold made him feel sluggish. Trapped in the center of the runic circle, he could feel his strength being sapped away as the cold made him shiver uncontrollably.