But what if their fate isn't as simple as death? What if they are trapped in another nightmare instead? Indeed, the demonic aura here has such a terrifying effect. This energy, known as Dark Magic, is banned due to its vile nature and ability to plunge dreamers into an eternal nightmare while simultaneously causing their bodies to decay slowly over time. The very essence of this dark energy tainted the air itself, making it feel heavier and more challenging to breathe.He moved swiftly, clambering into the engine room with urgency. His footsteps echoed in the dimly lit space, creating an eerie atmosphere. Inside, Esther found herself face-to-face with the bizarre creature. Her legs had become so paralyzed that she could no longer stand. As the creature advanced, inch by menacing inch, she felt her panic rising. Each step it took seemed to resonate with a sinister intent, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly malice."Stay away from me! A demon like you has no right to approach a nob
"Amemura?! What are you doing here? And where is White?" Kenzo's voice was sharp, tinged with urgency and concern as he scanned the dimly lit, chaotic area for any signs of his missing student. His eyes, fierce and vigilant, darted from shadow to shadow, seeking any hint of movement."Sir," Amemura began, his voice shaky, barely a whisper, and his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and sorrow. "He's been killed by this demon... I was hiding, trying to find an opportunity to kill it, but I'm too weak to do anything," he admitted, frustration and self-reproach evident in his trembling tone. His helplessness was palpable, and he could barely meet Kenzo's intense gaze.Kenzo's expression softened momentarily, understanding the heavy burden Amemura was carrying. "It's alright..." he said gently, though his heart ached at the loss of another student. A fleeting look of pain crossed his face, a shadow of regret for not being there sooner. But he knew now was not the time for self-recrimina
The sword hanging at his side gleamed brightly once more before he sprang into action. Instantly, he launched himself at the demon, his movements a blur of speed and precision. His blade sliced through the air with a whistle; each swings a perfect arc of lethal intent. He attacked relentlessly, his strikes a flurry of silver flashes coming from all directions simultaneously. Each blow landed with a resounding impact, causing the demon to stagger and reel. The creature was utterly overwhelmed, its attempts to defend itself futile against the sheer intensity of the onslaught.Despite being driven back, the demon's eyes burned with a fierce determination. It was not ready to accept defeat. Summoning the depths of its sinister Mana, the demon let out a guttural roar that shook the air. The dark energy coalesced around it, pulsating with a palpable malevolence. Then, with a force that seemed to rend the very fabric of reality, the demon detonated itself in a massive explosion. The blast
"Wait for me a moment," Ryoshu called out, his voice steady and commanding.In his hands, he clutched three bows of varying designs, each bearing unique marks of craftsmanship and a spear that gleamed ominously in the fading light. These weapons were not his own; he had scavenged them from the battlefield moments ago. The skirmish had left the ground strewn with the remnants of combat—broken shields, shattered blades, and discarded bows. Ryoshu had moved swiftly through the chaos, his eyes scanning for anything valuable amidst the debris.He couldn't help but smirk as he thought, 'The rules don't forbid using other people's weapons, right? Haha.'Exploiting this loophole amused him, and he relished the thought of turning his spoils into an advantage.Determined and persistent, Ryoshu could have spent more time."Fumiya," he called out with unwavering authority. His voice echoed slightly in the still air, summoning his loyal companion."I know you can do this. Swallow these three bows
'But a regular arrow is too weak... and I can't use Mana to conceal my true strength... So, I will-'Ryoshu's mind raced as he considered his options. A standard arrow wouldn't suffice against his formidable opponent, especially under the constraint of not using Mana to mask his true abilities. He needed something far more powerful to ensure success. His eyes flicked to the spear he had picked up from the battlefield earlier. Its length was imposing, and its weight substantial, crafted from dark, dense metal. The spear's air of raw power and potential immediately drew his focus.With a decisive move, he summoned the spear into his hand. The cool metal felt solid and reassuring. Determined to utilize every possible advantage to maximize his damage output, Ryoshu carefully fitted the spear into the bow. He adjusted it meticulously, ensuring it was perfectly aligned for the shot he was about to take. The spear's heft made the bow creak slightly under the added weight, but Ryoshu knew i
The wind was howling with increasing ferocity, growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment. The fierce gusts whipped through the air, bending trees and sending debris flying. However, despite its immense power, it couldn't alter the perfectly straight path of the spear flying with unwavering precision. The weapon seemed to cut through the chaos, an unerring missile aimed directly at its target.Esther, who was positioned behind Ryoshu, was in no better condition. She had almost completely depleted her Mana, leaving her powerless and vulnerable. The veins on her temples throbbed, and her breath came in ragged gasps. When the overwhelming force of the wind hit her, she was swept off her feet and thrown into the air like a ragdoll.Esther immediately abandoned her control over the floating blood shield in a desperate move. The magical construct disintegrated, sending blood droplets across the sky. The crimson spray glistened in the dim light, painting a grim and chaotic pict
Even though Esther had many questions swirling in her mind, she resolved to save them for later. The uncertainty of the moment and the emotional weight of their recent experiences made her hesitant to probe further. She didn't want to overwhelm herself or disrupt the delicate balance of their interaction. As she stood there, the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the stone walls around them, adding an almost ethereal quality to the tension in the air.Ryoshu, standing just a few feet away, noticed the curiosity and uncertainty reflected in her eyes. Her furrowed brows and the slight parting of her lips indicated that she was grappling with something internally. However, he completely misunderstood the nature of her turmoil."Is she feeling sad...? Or could it be that her sense of failure burdens her?" he pondered silently. His thoughts wandered to the storyline they were entangled in, the impending events that loomed over them like a dark cloud. The weight of these future
Ryoshu was jolted awake suddenly, his consciousness snapping back to reality with a force that left him momentarily disoriented. His heart pounded in his chest as he took in his surroundings, the familiar sights of the classroom bringing a strange mix of comfort and confusion. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting an artificial glow over the rows of desks and the dull whiteboard at the front. He opened his eyes fully. Ryoshu noticed the students around him, their faces frozen in expressions of surprise and fear, clearly startled by his abrupt awakening. The room, previously filled with the quiet hum of conversations and the occasional rustle of papers, fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned to look at him, wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. Gradually, the students moved away, creating a wide berth around him as they continued their discussions in hushed tones at a safe distance."So, I'm back in the real world," Ryoshu thought, a sense of relief