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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 · Fantasia
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330 Chs

The foothills 

The cobbled northern path leading out of the village ascended with a gentle slope, turning from ashen gray to sable green. Tall grasses and clumps of young buttercups welcomed the travelers as their stallions clopped up the mud-washed terrain.

Lying at a height of one hundred and fifty meters above sea level, the foothills of Mount Orion were the perfect place to spend lazy wintry mornings. Lake Nimichia was just a mile's trek from there and offered a great fishing spot for both amateurs and seasoned veterans.

Xander could see cozy cottages in the distance and tall chestnut trees marked with white tags. They had evidently been left behind by the climbing parties who had come during the autumn months.

Mule Deer and Gray-Tailed Rabbits pranced away at the sight of the approaching horses, but a few brave Elks watched on from the distance as they continued grazing on the dew-drenched grass.