The intense pain of the headache coupled with a dozen sensations of confusion had become all too familiar to me over the past three days.
It was as if I were trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment, unable to break free from its grasp.
Even in my dreams, I found no solace, no escape from the relentless agony that plagued me.
In this particular dream, I found myself running through a dense forest, my breaths heavy and labored as I moved with unnatural speed.
Despite my awareness that I was dreaming, my body seemed to move of its own accord, driven by some unseen force.
I couldn't help but wonder where this place was—strange and unfamiliar, yet somehow not quite like the nightmares I had grown accustomed to.
As I ran, monsters emerged from the shadows, their menacing forms intent on attacking me.
Instinctively, I drew my weapon and engaged them in battle, cutting them down with practiced precision.
Each strike felt familiar, natural, and undeniably real, the sensation of blood staining my face and uniform adding to the surrealness of the experience.
Yet, despite my efforts, the onslaught of monsters showed no sign of abating.
They continued to swarm towards me relentlessly, their numbers seemingly endless.
With each passing moment, the headache intensified, threatening to overwhelm me entirely.
If only the pain would cease, if only I could find some respite from this relentless assault.
But alas, the monsters kept coming, and I found myself locked in a never-ending struggle, unable to break free from the confines of my own mind.
As the horde of monsters continued to assail me from all sides, ranging from horned wolves to capped goblins and even kobolds, a sense of dread crept over me.
This was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Did a dungeon break?
The skies darkened ominously, casting an eerie pall over the forest.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the ground just a few hundred meters away from where I stood.
In that instant, my body surged with a newfound urgency, crackling with red lightning as my speed increased exponentially.
It was as if I had become a bolt of lightning, streaking through the forest with unparalleled swiftness.
As I drew closer to the source of the lightning, my heart pounded in my chest with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
What I discovered there sent a chill down my spine—dead bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms resembling young people no older than myself.
Judging from their uniforms, they were students from the academy.
Panic seized me as I grappled with the implications of this grim discovery.
'What was happening'
My mind raced with frantic thoughts, my worries intensifying as I considered the safety of the young miss.
Surely, she couldn't be here.
This had to be nothing more than a nightmare, a figment of my imagination gone awry.
I tried to reassure myself, but the unease lingered, casting a shadow over my already troubled mind.
As I pressed forward, ignoring the desperate pleas for help from those around me, a middle-aged man attempted to block my path.
Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, my focus unwavering as I continued on my way, from monsters to people anything that got in my way was either cut or pushed aside.
"Wait, don't go, Sophia!" A man cried out, his voice echoing in the chaos around me.
Despite his desperate calls, I paid him no heed.
The name Sophia had been recurring in my dreams lately, a persistent presence that I couldn't shake.
At first, I had tried to dismiss it as a figment of my imagination, a fleeting memory conjured up by my subconscious mind.
After all, dreams were nothing more than illusions, weren't they?
But no matter how hard I tried to push the name from my thoughts, it persisted, weaving its way into the fabric of my nightmares.
Now, as I navigated through this unsettling dream, it became increasingly clear that I was experiencing it through Sophia's eyes.
Though the intensity of the headache threatened to overwhelm me, I focused on the events unfolding before me, piecing together fragments of the nightmare with growing unease.
Why did I keep dreaming about Sophia's visions?
As I leaped forward, my heart sank at the sight before me.
Three figures stood in the distance, accompanied by a menacing black wolf.
One of the figures lay lifeless on the ground, their body gruesomely torn asunder.
My stomach churned at the sight, and dread settled heavily in my chest as I realized who the remaining two figures were.
'It can't be...' I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I knew them—Stella, my young lady, and her fiancé, Prince Hansel.
They were people I cared deeply about, and the thought of harm befalling them sent a wave of panic coursing through me.
'No, no, no, please don't tell me...' I pleaded silently, desperation clawing at the edges of my mind.
The duke was one thing, but the thought of losing Stella was unbearable.
I couldn't bear to experience the pain of losing her, not even in a nightmare.
Even the thought of it hurts me.
This was just a dream but it felt too real to be a dream, this was becoming more than just a nightmare with each second.
Frantically, I attempted to wake myself from the dream, shouting inwardly for my consciousness to break free from its confines.
But no matter how hard I tried, I remained trapped within Sophia's perspective, unable to alter the course of events unfolding before me.
"F***! Wake up, Taylor!!!" I screamed internally, my frustration boiling over.
But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I was left powerless to intervene as the nightmare played out before me.
Trapped within Sophia's point of view, I could only watch helplessly as the events unfolded, my heart heavy with the weight of impending tragedy.
GROAGGGH!!!!
Suddenly, a deafening roar shattered the air as the monstrous wolf lunged towards my young miss and Prince Hansel.
Without conscious thought, my body sprang into action, propelled by a surge of primal instinct.
I leaped onto a nearby tree branch, tapping into an unfamiliar power—aura.
It was as if Sophia possessed a hidden reservoir of energy, coursing through her veins like a torrential river.
The world around me shimmered and shifted, the landscape blurring into a whirlwind of motion.
'Stars were surrounding my body?'
With unparalleled speed and agility, I descended upon the scene, my movements fluid and precise.
Boom…!
As I landed before my lady, I tried to speak, to offer reassurance in the face of unspeakable tragedy.
But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by her anguished cries as she cradled Prince Hansel's lifeless form in her arms.
The light had faded from his eyes, leaving behind only a hollow emptiness.
"So-phia… I-I" my young miss cried…
With a grim determination, I tightened my grip on my sword, my knuckles turning white with tension.
The monstrous wolf loomed before us, its jaws gaping wide enough to swallow a house whole.
Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to consume me whole.
But I refused to falter.
Summoning every ounce of courage I possessed, I coated my sword with aura, the blade shimmering with otherworldly energy.
Though my hands trembled with uncertainty, I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever came next.
In that moment, there was no room for fear—only the resolve to protect my lady at all costs.
As the wolf's lightning-fast movements overwhelmed me, I attempted to block its vicious assault, but its claws tore through my defenses with ruthless efficiency.
Pain seared through my side as I was hurled aside, crashing into a nearby tree with a sickening thud.
My vision blurred, and the world spun around me as I struggled to maintain consciousness.
With each labored breath, I felt my strength waning, the taste of blood filling my mouth as I coughed uncontrollably.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn't protect my young miss from the relentless onslaught of the monstrous wolf.
No…
As darkness closed in around me, I witnessed the horror unfold before my eyes—Stella, my beloved young miss, torn asunder by the beast's savage jaws.
She was eaten torn in half as her lower abdomen was visible in the wolf's jaws, the wolf then looked at me as if relishing my despair, as it laughed like a hyena.
"No!" I screamed, my voice choked with anguish and despair as I plummeted into unconsciousness.
With a jolt, I bolted upright in bed, drenched in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.
Gasping for breath, I surveyed my surroundings, struggling to distinguish reality from the lingering echoes of the nightmare that had ensnared me.
Coughing slightly, I glanced at the clock—it was still 4:00 in the morning.
I had only been asleep longer than I expected, but the nightmare felt like a fleeting moment now that I'm awake, and yet the terror of the nightmare lingered like a haunting specter, refusing to release its grip on my mind.
Exhausted and shaken, I grappled with the disorienting aftermath of the nightmare, unable to shake the feeling of dread that clung to me like a shroud.
"What the hell is going on?" I muttered to myself, the question echoing in the stillness of the night.
With trembling hands, I reached for the light switch, banishing the shadows that lingered in the corners of my room.