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Braelith

A prologue about the sudden spring of people dying in their sleep where many theories had been created but only leads to one cause. That is the deep sleep or deaths caused by nightmares. It is a story about dreams, nightmares, and fantasies integrated into one. This is a mix of every genre and every popular trope.

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49 Chs

Chapter 37

The city of Braelith bustled with life as Aeliana and her companions made their way through the streets, but the atmosphere was tense. Whispers of strange occurrences in the dream realm had spread, and the citizens, though unaware of the full truth, sensed that something was amiss. The dreamweavers had always been their guardians, but now even they seemed haunted by an unseen menace.

Aeliana led the group to the Sanctum, the heart of the dreamweavers' operations. The grand hall, usually filled with scholars and strategists, was quieter than usual. Only a few figures moved about, their faces etched with concern.

As they entered, Master Zephyrus, the head of the Sanctum, approached them. His long silver hair framed a face that was both wise and weary. He had seen much in his years as a dreamweaver, but the current situation weighed heavily on him.

"You've returned," Zephyrus said, his voice grave. "I can sense the burden you carry. What did you find?"

Aeliana recounted their harrowing journey through the dungeon, the monstrous entity they had faced, and the unsettling feeling that lingered even now. As she spoke, Zephyrus's expression grew darker.

"The corruption is spreading faster than we anticipated," he murmured. "And it seems to be evolving, becoming more insidious. We've received reports of similar occurrences in other parts of the dream realm. It's as if the darkness is testing our defenses, probing for weaknesses."

Jaxon stepped forward, his voice steady. "We need to strike back. We can't just sit here waiting for the corruption to consume everything."

Zephyrus nodded. "You're right. We must be proactive. But we need more information before we can mount an effective counterattack. The dream realm is vast, and the corruption could be emanating from multiple sources."

Mara, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "There's something else. During the battle, I felt... something. A presence. It was watching us, manipulating the shadows. I think it's sentient."

The room fell silent as her words hung in the air. A sentient force behind the corruption was far more dangerous than anything they had faced before. It meant that their enemy wasn't just a mindless blight but a cunning adversary with its own motives and plans.

Zephyrus sighed deeply. "This confirms my worst fears. The corruption isn't just a disease; it's a war. And we're facing an enemy that knows us, that understands how we operate."

Aeliana clenched her fists. "Then we need to change the way we fight. We've been reactive for too long. We need to take the battle to them."

Zephyrus's eyes met hers, and he saw the determination burning within. "Agreed. But we must proceed with caution. We can't afford to lose more dreamweavers. The dream realm depends on us."

He turned to a large map of the dream realm that hung on the wall, marked with various symbols and notes. "There's a place we've avoided for centuries. A labyrinthine dungeon known as the Abyssal Maze. It's said to be a nexus of powerful dream energies, both light and dark. If the corruption is rooted there, it could explain its rapid spread."

Lyra's eyes widened. "The Abyssal Maze? That place is a death trap. No one who's entered has ever returned."

Zephyrus nodded grimly. "That's true. But if there's even a chance that the source of the corruption lies within, we must investigate. This may be our only hope of stopping it before it consumes the entire dream realm."

Aeliana took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Then we'll go. We'll enter the Abyssal Maze and find the source of this darkness. We've faced impossible odds before. We can do it again."

Zephyrus placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're brave, Aeliana. But remember, this mission will test you in ways you've never been tested. The Abyssal Maze is not just a physical challenge—it's a mental and emotional one as well. The corruption will exploit your fears, your doubts. You must be prepared for anything."

Jaxon stepped forward, his sword gleaming in the dim light. "We'll be ready. Whatever it takes, we'll find a way to stop this."

Harold, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. "The Aegis of Dreams... it's been pushed to its limits, but I believe it still has power left. If we're going into the Abyssal Maze, we'll need its protection more than ever."

Zephyrus nodded. "Indeed. The Aegis will be crucial in the battles ahead. But remember, it's not just a weapon; it's a conduit for your own strength and willpower. The more you believe in it, the more it will protect you."

With their resolve renewed, the group began to prepare for their journey into the Abyssal Maze. They gathered supplies, studied maps, and honed their skills, knowing that the path ahead would be fraught with danger.

As the hours passed and the night deepened, Aeliana found herself alone in the Sanctum's library, pouring over ancient texts that spoke of the Abyssal Maze. The more she read, the more the sense of foreboding grew within her. This was no ordinary dungeon; it was a place where the lines between dreams and nightmares blurred, where reality itself could twist and warp.

But despite the fear that gnawed at her, Aeliana knew they had no choice. The fate of the dream realm—and perhaps even the waking world—hung in the balance. They would enter the Abyssal Maze, confront the darkness within, and either emerge victorious or perish trying.

As she closed the last book and prepared to join her companions, Aeliana made a silent vow to herself. No matter what horrors awaited them in the depths of the maze, she would not falter. She would lead her team through this trial, and they would face the darkness together.

And if the Abyssal Maze held the answers they sought, then they would find them—no matter the cost.