The Nightmare they thought they had escaped from appeared right on the heels of their hope of escape.
It was merely standing, gazing at them as if they were provoking the cohort to take a step forward and exit the desolate ancient table.
But to do that, they'll have to defeat it first.
'This mother fucker is smart…!'
Cesar couldn't help but curse inwardly and he knew he wasn't the only one getting this thinking.
The Nightmare might've been waiting for them the entire time after their marathon. As for how it was able to come faster when they should've met it in the middle of their journey, everyone was relatively confused.
'Did it use its teleportation ability and mark the door throughout the time it had been here or was it able to outrun us and be at the door the best it could sprint while trying to avoid us… just because it felt like it?'
