The skeletal army, now under Elysia's command and empowered by the ominous crimson domain, began to move with a synchronicity that defied their lifeless forms.
In eerie silence, the footsteps of the Skeleton Warriors echoed through the corrupted nightmare, creating an otherworldly cadence that resonated with the observers.
Elysia, positioned at the heart of her skeletal legion, navigated through the corrupted terrain with an ethereal grace. Her crimson eyes surveyed the surroundings, piercing through the darkness with an intensity that hinted at her connection with the very essence of the nightmare itself.
As the skeletal army advanced, the corrupted flora and fauna seemed to recoil from the crimson domain, creating a pathway for Elysia's march.
The roots and vines twisted and withered in response to the spectral presence, as if bowing to the might of the undead force.
The teachers, observing from their distant vantage point, exchanged whispers of amazement. One of them remarked, "I've never seen anything like this. It's as if nature itself is yielding to her command."
The principal, maintaining a composed demeanor, acknowledged, "Elysia's dominion over this nightmare is unparalleled. It appears that every step she takes resonates with an unspoken pact between her and the corrupted essence of this realm."
Meanwhile, the screens displaying Elysia's progress captivated the students back at the university grounds. The nerds and second-year students, once filled with doubt and skepticism, now watched in silent awe as the skeletal army, under the crimson glow of the domain, moved with an orchestrated precision that defied conventional logic.
In the midst of this spectral procession, Elysia's voice echoed through the nightmare. "Advance," she commanded, her words carrying an otherworldly authority that resonated with the very bones of her undead legion. The Skeleton Warriors, Archers, and Mages responded to her directive, their movements coordinated as if guided by an unseen force.
The corrupted nightmare, now a theater for the unfolding spectacle, bore witness to an unprecedented convergence of the living and the unliving.
The terrain shifted under the march of Elysia's skeletal army, as if acknowledging their dominion over this tainted realm.
As the journey through the Fourth Year Nightmare Gate continued, the observers — both teachers and students — found themselves caught in a surreal tapestry of power, mystery, and the unrelenting advance of an undead force led by a figure who seemed to embody a connection with the very essence of nightmares.
The narrative of Elysia's exploration through the corrupted depths remained shrouded in an aura of uncertainty, leaving all those who bore witness in a state of simultaneous trepidation and fascination.
The Nightmare monsters emerged from the corrupted shadows, grotesque and twisted manifestations of the corrupted essence that permeated the Fourth Year Nightmare Gate. Their arrival, however, was met with swift and precise retaliation from Elysia's skeletal legion.
The Skeleton Warriors, Archers, and Mages moved in a seamless dance of death, disassembling the Nightmare creatures with eerie efficiency. The clattering of bones echoed through the nightmare as the skeletal army dismantled the grotesque forms of the monsters, leaving nothing but the dissipating essence of the corrupted nightmare in their wake.
In the midst of the battle, Elysia's crimson eyes remained focused, her connection with the spectral forces guiding her every move. As the last Nightmare monster fell, she raised her Death's Scythe, a silent acknowledgment of the victory she and her undead army had achieved.
Unbeknownst to the observers — both teachers and the students who avidly watched the unfolding spectacle on the screens — Elysia's skeletal army yielded no exp points for her, a fact she deemed inconsequential. Instead, the seemingly useless exp was silently offered to her concealed system, an unseen conduit that absorbed the ethereal currency and translated it into increased comprehension speed.
The teachers, watching from their remote monitoring station, exchanged glances filled with curiosity. One of them remarked, "I've never seen a student navigate through a Nightmare Gate with such proficiency. It's almost as if she's in complete control of the very fabric of this nightmare."
The principal, maintaining his stoic expression, added, "Elysia's abilities are unparalleled. There's an air of mastery in her command over the undead and the corrupted essence of this realm."
Back at the university grounds, the nerds and second-year students, initially filled with doubt and skepticism, now watched in awe as Elysia's skeletal army dismantled the Nightmare monsters. Whispers of admiration and disbelief filled the air as they witnessed a display of power that defied the norms of their understanding.
Elysia, surrounded by the remnants of defeated Nightmare monsters, continued her silent march through the corrupted nightmare, her crimson eyes revealing a depth of understanding that eluded those who observed her.
The narrative of her exploration, shrouded in mystery and threaded with the silent workings of her concealed system, continued to unfold, leaving the onlookers in a state of both reverence and uncertainty.
As Elysia continued her relentless advance through the corrupted nightmare, a profound shift in the atmosphere swept through the watching crowd.
The once-skeptical whispers were replaced by hushed tones of awe and admiration. The skeptics, who had doubted Elysia's abilities, found themselves confronted with the undeniable reality of her prowess.
The nerds, who had previously mocked Elysia and openly questioned her decision to enter the Fourth Year Nightmare Gate alone, were now silenced by the unfolding spectacle.
Their expressions shifted from arrogance to incredulity as Elysia's skeletal army systematically dismantled the Nightmare monsters, proving that she was no helpless prey but a formidable force in control.
Samuela one of the nerds who had been particularly vocal in her doubts, lowered her head, unable to maintain eye contact with her fellow second-year students. In a moment of candid realization, she muttered to herself, "I... I didn't think she could... I mean, who is she?"
The atmosphere in the observation room became charged with a mix of astonishment and embarrassment. The teachers, initially cautious, exchanged knowing glances, acknowledging that they had underestimated the extent of Elysia's abilities.
One of them remarked, "She's not just navigating through the nightmare; she's asserting dominance over it."
Principal Roberts, maintaining his composed demeanor, spoke to the teachers, "It seems we may have misjudged Elysia. Her mastery over this corrupted realm is beyond anything we could have anticipated. Perhaps it's time to reconsider our preconceptions."
Meanwhile, the live broadcast of Elysia's expedition had captivated the entire student body. The first-year students, who had initially been intimidated by Elysia's reputation, now watched with a mixture of awe and curiosity.
The upperclassmen, who had questioned her decision to enter the Fourth Year Nightmare Gate alone, found themselves humbled by the unfolding spectacle.
In the cafeteria, where the second-year students had gathered to witness Elysia's supposed downfall, a heavy silence settled. Eric, who had challenged Elysia in a duel just days before, clenched his fists in frustration. The tables had turned, and the embarrassment among the second-year students was palpable.
Elysia, still shrouded in the ethereal glow of her skeletal army, pressed forward with unwavering determination. The Nightmare monsters, once the pursuers, were now the hunted, their corrupted forms crumbling before the might of Elysia's command.
The once-dismissive whispers transformed into a chorus of reluctant respect. Conversations shifted from doubts and mockery to murmurs of acknowledgment, recognizing that Elysia was a force to be reckoned with in the face of the corrupted nightmare.
In the corrupted realm of nightmares, where shadows twisted and shapes contorted into grotesque forms, Elysia's skeletal army moved in eerie unison. The clash between the undead horde and the nightmarish creatures intensified as wave after wave of distorted monstrosities emerged from the dark abyss.
As the Nightmare creatures poured forth, their grotesque figures illuminated by the ghastly glow of Elysia's undead legion, the battleground became a surreal spectacle of ethereal clashes. The first encounter was met with the sharp clatter of bones against the shifting forms of the nightmares.
Skeleton Warriors, adorned in remnants of ancient armor, raised their skeletal blades, clashing with creatures that defied the laws of reality. The Nightmare creatures, with distorted limbs and hollow eyes, lunged at the skeletal warriors, only to be met with calculated strikes that shattered their corporeal forms.
Amidst the chaos, Skeleton Archers, their ethereal bows drawn, sent a volley of spectral arrows through the air. The arrows, imbued with deathly energy, pierced through the nightmare creatures, dissolving them into shadows that dissipated into the corrupted atmosphere.
Elysia, the orchestrator of this macabre symphony, stood at the heart of her skeletal army, Death's Scythe in hand. With each swing of her weapon, she cleaved through the twisted nightmares, the scythe leaving trails of spectral energy that consumed the corrupted entities.
Skeleton Mages, with arcane glyphs glowing on their bony frames, unleashed spells that tore through the fabric of the nightmare realm. Arcane fire engulfed the nightmares, incinerating them into ethereal embers that scattered like ashes in the air.
The battlefield became a dance of death and decay, an otherworldly ballet where the skeletal army moved with spectral precision. The Nightmare creatures, though numerous, found themselves outmaneuvered and overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught.
In the midst of the spectral clash, Elysia's skeletal dragons soared above, their bony wings casting ominous shadows on the ground. With roars that echoed through the corrupted expanse, they breathed ethereal flames that consumed the nightmares, leaving behind trails of spectral wisps.