The white fire shone its light upon the room. Revealing everything hidden by the darkness. This creature was of nightmares. It had long skinny arms and a body made of dark fibers. It's head as sinister looking with a mouth extending to the end of its face. Giving it an overall look of a hunched humanoid monster.

The whole situation kept him silent, nightmares coming to reality. He was so scared he wanted to let it all go, even his bladder. But there was barely enough water in his system to keep him running.

As they got closer their smile widened and one of them brandished its sharp teeth. It was the one wearing my sandals. The other creature smacked the smiling creature with the back of its palm as if telling it to shut it with a glare.

The smack didn’t produce any sound at all.

I’m going to die

With all hope drained and now where to run. His legs were on the brink of giving out. Accepting his inevitable death with empty eyes.

At that moment a memory flashed before his very eyes, it was of Jumana, his little princess. It reminded of his ambition, his strive, his struggle, and it was his reason to live.

No! Not Today! I will not leave my princess!

His chest felt warm and strength returned to his limb, allowing him to stand ground and fight. And a fight to the death will be.

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As soon as one of the creatures reach to grab him, all light was gone and darkness swallowed everything.

... a while later ...

He wakes up. he is laying on the ground with a headache at the back of his head. It is still dark. He sits up and finds he is wearing his sandals.

What just happened? Did I just dream all of that it? It can’t be, it was way too real to be fake. Way too fucking real.

He gets up and walks to the elevated tile, still weary and careful. The dark is no longer safe.

The room changed. the elevated tile was no longer there. as if the tile retracted it’s self back to the ground.

His heart now thumping hard. His breathing ragged. He looks around just to be safe. still, not comfortable after the encounter. He walks around the room maintaining a hand on the wall. The silence really drilling on his mind.

A Door?!

He encounters a door. A solid wooden white door but without a knob. Somebody broke it off and left a broken hole in it.

He looks behind him.

Time to leave this place

He slowly opens the door and is greeted by a corridor. A wall in his front and left and a corridor extending to his right. With the occasional dead plant vase along the corridor. It seemed like it is a hospital. The moon shone on the corridor from the recurring windows.

In his view, a screen popped up.

Congratulation

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You have passed the Trial of Darkness

You have survived Nightmare Walkers

Two more trials are remaining and you can get revived