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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

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"Welcome, Sparrow,"

Upon hearing the words of the master who called out to him, Cesar respectfully bowed his head and replied.

"Sir Syros,"

The old man, Syros, looked like he had opened his eyes but it was definitely still closing from the onlookers. Probably because he had terrible wrinkles plastered on his face due to old age his face appears like that.

His katana was resting on his lap as he steadily relaxed.

However, there's one to take note of when facing Syros which Cesar immediately saw the moment his eyes look at the old man.

Syros' fierce presence continued to be felt by anyone who was near him, and the only one who did currently was Cesar.

'Damn…'

His entire aura was on a different level. It compelled Cesar to bow down without uttering a single word. People who gave off that kind of impression were usually the ones with an insurmountable extent of experience in this field.