Dyllan took a deep breath. “Stay true -” The twin crimson energies flowed from Dyllan’s hands, gathering in the air in front of him. “- my Justice.”

The gathered energy froze as soon as Dyllan spoke the word “Justice.” The whole mindscape quickly followed suit - the storms that encircled it quieting to a gentle breeze with a single breath. It was as if a wave of focused calm had torn through the mindscape.

…and Dyllan’s Nightmare hated it. The beast had frozen alongside the rest of the mindscape, though its stillness was laden with tension, not calm.

For about thirty seconds, the Nightmare simply stood there stewing in its rage - stopping only when it whipped around with a sickening crack. It was now glaring directly at Dyllan, whose location it had previously seemed unaware of. The beast weakly unleashed a furious roar that was laced with the distorted sounds of churning gears, gunshots, and bones crunching under tank treads.

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Dyllan didn’t even flinch. An outcome the Nightmare seemed wholly unprepared for, causing it to stagger backwards and fall off the chunk of mindscape it had been standing on. Unfortunately, the beast swiftly recovered - digging its claws into the very fabric of the mindscape and scrabbling about in the air like a spider on a web. It began to roar and snarl at any floating chunk that got near it, and chased after anything that seemed too stable - giving it a handful of stabs with its knife before smacking it away. The beast seemed desperate for a way to destabilize the mindscape again, resorting to shouting at concrete in the vain hope it would start to move.

Needless to say, it wasn’t working.