"Your child was taken?"
As her tears continued to flow, I inadvertently reached out to try and wipe the tears away, only for my hand to pass through her and I touched the carcass of the Progenitor instead.
[I was mauled... ravaged until my body crumbled and my child was extracted out of my carcass.]
That's... barbaric...
[As I am a Progenitor who governs the world of nightmares, I cannot die physically.]
"But whatever was done to you, it sealed you into this world, wasn't it?"
She gives a quiet nod.
"Why did you call for me?"
While her story is quite unfortunate, I don't know what to do. At least not yet.
After hearing my question, she looks at me with an apologetic look.
[I brought you here to ask for your help.]
"What kind of help?"
Before saying anything, she looks at me straight in the eyes with desperation.
[Save my child.]
"Is it still alive?"
