Within the realm of slumber's grasp, Victor found himself immersed in a dream, a realm of visions where reality intertwined with the ethereal. The veil of dreams wrapped around him, guiding him through a series of enigmatic events, each one more haunting than the last.
In the depths of his dream, Victor saw himself standing upon a desolate battlefield. The sky above was shrouded in dark clouds, casting an eerie pallor upon the land. The air was heavy with the scent of impending doom, and a sense of foreboding gripped his heart.
As he looked around, his eyes beheld a scene of chaos. His friends, his steadfast companions, fought valiantly but were beset by relentless adversaries. Their once radiant armor was tarnished, their spirits wearied by the unyielding onslaught.
