The suffocating grasp of the nightmare tightened around you, shadows writhing and coiling like serpents as they crept closer. The air reeked of despair, whispers clawing at your resolve. Twisted faces of your companions flickered before you—stricken down, lifeless, as though your failure had sealed their fate. You reached out, desperate to save them, but the darkness only surged, dragging you deeper.

A sudden jolt shattered the nightmare’s hold, leaving you gasping in your bed. Disoriented, your heart pounding in your ears, you registered a firm but gentle grip on your shoulders.

Lucanis sat on the edge of your bed, his dark eyes scanning your face, concern etched into every line of his features. His hands lingered, steadying you in the wake of your terror.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft, laced with worry. “I heard you crying out and came as fast as I could. You were trapped in a nightmare.”