Nightmare.

The man woke up from nightmares countless times.

But he didn't feel any joy or relief.

Because he knew that the nightmare was not over at all.

The nightmare will never end.

Because, he has always been in the dream and never left.

The sky was still pitch black, with thick dark clouds mixed with lightning rolling continuously in the high sky.

The land is desolate, and there are strange stone pillars standing in the endless distance.

This place is as haunted as ever.

No, it should be that this nightmare is as ghostly as ever.

The man moved his tired body, but the dark circles under his eyes that were almost eroding his entire face made him feel overwhelmed.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had slept.

He struggled and fled in this nightmare sleeplessly without any chance to breathe.

He couldn't even remember who he was.

Not to mention more complex questions such as what this nightmare is and why he appears in it.

He only vaguely remembered...

flame.

The raging flames.

"Boom--" Another huge bang exploded in the man's ears.

He smiled bitterly, stood up, and prepared to escape again.

Because he knew very clearly that the source of that huge roar was the beginning of a new round of pursuit by the pursuer.

"Boom -" Another roar was so violent that dust rushed into the sky.

A huge strange-shaped stone pillar fell down in response.

What follows is the sky--

"Hehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

Irregular and extremely arrogant laughter.

They were like magic sounds, rushing towards the man's ears from all directions, causing his entire eardrum to hurt.

But it was too late for him to care about this. He had to escape, otherwise he would...

When thinking about this question, the man instinctively wondered.

Why run away?

Anyway, the final result is to be caught up, and then... appear in this nightmare again.

In this never-ending nightmare.

But very quickly, this time's thinking was like the countless times before, and was drowned by a kind of fear.

Yes, fear.

An unavoidable fear rising from the depths of the soul.

It drives men to keep running forward.

"Hahahahaha..."

"boom--"

As the laughter gets closer, the terrible explosions become more frequent.

Black silhouettes that couldn't be seen coming from one after another fell from the sky like sharp knives, hitting the ground and stone pillars heavily at a terrifying speed.

It unleashed unstoppable destruction and explosion.

Flying stone chips and diffuse smoke continued to accumulate in the man's mouth and nose, and he began to cough non-stop.

But his movements didn't stop, and his skills were surprisingly strong.

He kept dodging those jet-black blades, supporting the fallen stone pillars with both hands, and jumped over.

Even the dense explosions and collapses didn't hurt him at all.

But he was not happy at all.

Because he knew he would eventually be caught.

The pursuer was like a cat chasing a mouse every time, teasing him to his heart's content before actually taking action.

Every time he was forced into a desperate situation.

But after being forced into a desperate situation, what will he do?

Regarding this memory, the man was unusually vague.

He can't remember...

"Boom -" Another stone pillar fell from his side, and he rolled over from underneath in a state of embarrassment.

He tried hard to get up.

But this time, that crazy laughter suddenly rang in his ears.

"Tear--" The sound of an extremely fast blade tearing the air sounded behind him.

He used all his strength, and at the critical moment, he suddenly stood up and moved desperately from his previous position.

"Boom -" A huge impact sound and force erupted behind him, knocking him off the ground and flying three yards away.

He coughed and managed to hold himself up. Finally, in the thick smoke and dust, he could see clearly the appearance of his pursuer again.

It was a body made entirely of shadows. It had a pair of piercing eyes, and its two hands were extremely sharp blades. It had no legs. The whole body was floating like a ghost, and it was looking at the man who was making extremely weird sounds.

The hoarse laughter: "Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Sharp as a poisonous snake.

The man couldn't help but cover his ears.

He knew he was going to end again this time.

He didn't intend to run, even though every cell in his body was urging him to run quickly.

But he was really too tired.

That's it, start over.

He thought almost desperately.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The ghostly pursuer seemed to have seen the man's thoughts, and moved forward suddenly, turning into a phantom and coming to the man's front, using an almost violent force, directly

Nailed the man to the ground.

The sharp knife was already placed on the man's neck.

He was unable to resist.

Just looking at the dark sky, I started to close my eyes.

He is really tired.

Just let me die.

This time.

"It's impossible. Unless you let me out, you will live in my nightmare forever." The cruel retort sounded intermittently in the man's ears, hoarse and sharp, it was the pursuer.

It turns out that we just want to let it out?

"Then... let go..."

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, a huge pain began to revive. It stimulated the nerves in the man's whole body and made the same sound together.

cannot!!!!!!

cannot.

Like a divine edict.

The man suddenly remembered those scattered fragments, each time, the purpose of the terrifying phantom pursuer.

It's going out.

Where to go?

have no idea.

but.
To be continued...