The familiar-looking sky. She had seen this already. Twice was too many and once was not enough.
The bitter taste of blood was still on her tongue, and the lingering sounds of battle clung to her mind. A vast darkness fighting an angel. Screams, shattering light, the sensation that the world itself was about to break.
Twice was too much, yet she had endured that horrible ordeal more than once.
She found herself standing in a forest. It was noon, sunlight pouring through the leaves.
Right about now, she should have heard the voice.
"You are dreaming the Nightmare of Lazarak."
"Overcome from this Nightmare and receive the boon of the fourth class."
That was what everyone heard when they ended up here after being consumed by nightmares.
Everything was just a dream, a dream more vivid than real life.
Lilith knew all this. There were no mysteries left for her here. She had stood in this exact moment four times now.
