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Nightmare Mythos

Nightmares Creatures that appeared from the unknown a millennium ago continuously threatened humanity, pushing and pressuring people who once inhabited it aside. These Entities brought the world into utter chaos, furthering their influence to what was once a land that belonged to its rightful owner. In the end, humanity was forced to adapt. They kept trying different ways to fend off the Nightmares, and the solution they finally settled on was… why not become one themselves? Cesar Sparrow, an unfortunate fellow born in an era full of corruption, horror, and the unknown, was desperately trying to escape from its clutches… until he found an enigmatic, dying eyeball that latched itself onto him. “Hehehe, what a great fellow you are,” “How are you talking—. Just what are you…?” The dying eye that latched itself to his empty, bleeding eye socket chuckled, its voice groggy as it answered. “What do you think am I? I’m just an old and weak Nightmare, Sparrow. Though, you can call me Eyes of Deceit. And I'll borrow your body for a moment if you won't mind. Hehe,” "No, why would I give you my body?! Get the fuck out!" Entrapping himself in a series of encounters, uncovering secrets that belong to the Nightmares… and the humanity wanted to remain hidden, Cesar Sparrow ventures into the unknown. To keep struggling, to keep resisting, to keep persevering… will all that be enough? Will he be finally the one to break the chains humans had found themselves in, ending a millennium of suffering? Or succumb to the curse of the Nightmares? ******* Cover not mine. All credits belonged to the owner. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/wcFfu4SP

Ordki_Hozei · Fantasie
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Escalating Situation

Tak—!

It felt like the time slowed down.

For Jeremiah to pull off his ridiculous position as he used his spear as a pole to balance himself to avoid the two attacks coming at his back but to stare at the incoming at his chest felt all useless by the end of it.

He could pull of different kinds of maneuver and actions but doing it again in his position was even too hard for him. No matter how flexible he was, he was still incapable of some things.

As his eyes were wide open, Jeremiah instantly realized that the moment the black liquid touched him, he would instantly die.

Even if he survived it, he would be incapacitated enough to be unable to move to the best of his ability. It will bring the cohort in more danger.

The time remained unchanging.

Tak—!

Just the moment the black liquid came to his chest, Jeremiah felt a touch at his back.

In an instant, he was pulled by an influence that felt so forceful and desperate.