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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 · ファンタジー
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A divine relic

All these years, the Archeon's Flute had remained dormant inside a protective glass case at the Church of Zitorak where it was worshiped alongside the gray statue of the bearded deity.

Even when the earthquake hit, toppling the church to its foundations, there had been no change in the flute.

Several attempts had been made to dig through the rubble and recover the sacred relic, but the excavation teams always returned empty-handed.

The worshippers of Zitorak had eventually accepted that the relic was gone forever, crushed under the rubble. So, when they rebuilt the church, the original flute was replaced by a cheap replica, just to appease the devotees.

Xander was among one of the lucky few who had had the privilege of hearing the melodious notes of the original flute. It was four years ago when Master Arwin had used his connections to bring the flute to the Guild House and play it in front of the students.