Chapter 80 Haunted Reflections
I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. The nightmare that had gripped me was unlike any other—it felt so real. My heart pounded in my chest, a relentless drumbeat echoing the terror that still clung to me. The prophecy loomed large in my mind, each detail vivid and haunting. I sat up, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, trying to shake off the lingering fear.
The room around me, part of the virtual realm, felt oppressively real. Shadows twisted and writhed on the walls as if they had a life of their own, mocking my fear. The bed, the furniture, everything seemed to close in on me. I rubbed my eyes, my hands trembling, but the visions persisted, refusing to release their hold.