Nathan awoke with a splitting headache and a sense of disorientation. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy and his vision was blurry.

“What happened?” he murmured, wincing against the pounding in his temples, his mind racing as he attempted to recall the events that led him here. He remembered the mysterious, shadowy figure that had appeared before him and the memory, or vision that Nathan witnessed, which left him with an unfathomable amount of questions.

Who are the celestials? Those shadows... and that roar? And who was that man? Why was he the only one I could see? Nathan shook his head, realizing that he would most likely not get those answers for a very long time. Figuring out where he was should be the top priority.

As the pain in his head began to subside, Nathan looked around at the forest he had woken up in. It was a dense, ancient wood, with towering trees that seemed to reach up towards the sky. The forest was alive with the sounds of birds and small animals, and the air was thick with the scent of pine and earth. Nathan felt a sense of familiarity with this place, but he could not quite place his finger on why. He looked down at himself and saw that he was still dressed in his armor from the night before - old leather armor and withered boots, all still covered in dirt, and the blood of his friends. The memory made him wince but he quickly threw it to the back of his mind and continued his questioning, wondering how long he had been unconscious.

Slowly, Nathan pushed himself to his feet, using a nearby tree trunk for support. He felt unsteady, but his head was clearer now, and he was able to take in his surroundings more fully. The forest was shrouded in a soft mist, and the sunlight filtered down through the leaves in dappled patterns. The ground beneath his feet was soft and damp, and he could hear the crunch of twigs and leaves beneath his boots.

“Where am I…and why does this place look so familiar?" Nathan's eyes wandered, and he searched his mind for any memory of this forest, but his head was still jumbled with obscure information, making it difficult to focus.

Without warning, a sudden blue light flashed before Nathan's eyes, causing him to jump in surprise. It was the system. The tower’s gift as many called it. Hunters used the system to grow stronger by leveling up and gaining skills, exactly like a game. Nathan's eyes darted to the center of the screen, widening at the message before him.

New Skill Unlocked - The Eyes of Erebus.

“What the…?” Erebus? The same shadow from my vision?

Nathan stood there in stunned silence for a few moments, his mind struggling to grasp what was happening to him. But as his thoughts began to settle, he could not help but recall the shadow that had presumably led him to this place, and the being he was looking through who the other shadows called Erebus.

"What was that thing? To be able to give me a skill…but, no matter what it was, it clearly gave me this skill for a reason." Nathan thought to himself rubbing his calloused hands over his eyes, his skepticism at war with his gratitude.

Unable to decide which emotion to follow, Nathan turned his attention to the skill description instead. His eyes scanned the words on the screen, a growing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Level 1: Use the darkness to summon weapons made of shadows.

Summoning weapons made of shadows? Nathan's mind raced with possibilities as he considered the potential applications of this new power.

"Noah, Samantha, Lucas, James...with this skill, I might finally be able to"

But Nathan's thoughts were abruptly cut off as a rustling from the nearby bushes caught his attention. Before he could react, a short, green figure burst out of the foliage with alarming speed. Nathan's heart pounded in his chest as he stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden appearance of the goblin. The creature grinned wickedly, its beady eyes fixed on him as it lunged forward, its sword slicing through the air with a menacing hiss.

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“My sword?” He gasped, his hands grasping around empty air. That shadow must have done something.

Nathan reacted instinctively, dodging the goblin's attack, his feet sliding across the forest floor as he spun to face his attacker. The goblin snarled, its beady eyes filled with fury as it prepared to strike again. But Nathan was ready this time. He lifted his hand, palm outstretched, and parried the goblin's sword. The creature stumbled back, its balance thrown off by the force of Nathan's blow.

But before Nathan could react, another goblin appeared from behind him, its sword aimed straight at his back. Nathan felt the rush of wind as the blade sliced through the air, but he spun around just in time, creating some distance between him and the goblins. I need a weapon.

Without hesitation, the goblins advanced on him, their swords glinting in the sunlight. Nathan dodged and parried, his movements quick and precise as he struggled to stay alive. He knew that he couldn't keep this up forever, that sooner or later one of these creatures would land a fatal blow.

Wait, the skill! Nathan immediately focused on activating The Eyes of Erebus, imagining the darkness of the forest surrounding him like a cloak.

Nathan felt a tingle in his eyes as he activated the skill, his hands reaching out to grasp the hilt of an imaginary sword made of shadows. It formed quickly, and immediately began to solidify, taking shape in his hands until it was as real as any blade he had ever wielded. "Incredible," he breathed, examining the weapon. It was a perfect replica of his broadsword, only made of shadows, and seemed to be sharper than any sword he had ever seen. The goblins hesitated, seemingly terrified by an unknown aura.

Their eyes widened in surprise as Nathan charged forward, his sword of shadows slashing through the air. The creatures tried to defend themselves, but they were no match for Nathan's newfound power. His blade carved through flesh and bone with an almost frightening ease. The goblins fell one by one, their screams filling the forest as Nathan cut them down with ruthless efficiency. When it was over, Nathan stood panting amid the carnage, his sword of shadows still firmly in his hand.

Nathan's breaths came in short gasps as he stared down at the goblin corpses beneath his feet. The rush of adrenaline that had fueled his attack was fading, replaced by a sickening wave of grief and guilt. He slowly lifted his head, looking around at the forest with greater detail than before.

“I knew this place looked familiar. It’s the first floor of the tower.” The trees seemed to close in on him, as memories of his dead friends and the events that took place on the third floor began to rush back into his mind.

Images flashed before Nathan's eyes, vivid and painful. He saw Noah, his best friend since childhood, lying broken and bleeding on the cold stone floor. Samantha, the bright and optimistic girl he'd had a crush on, staring blankly ahead as life drained from her eyes. Lucas, the comedic and sarcastic tank of the group, being cut in half as he tried to save Nathan. And James, the highest leveled, and most skilled hunter of the group fighting to hold off the boss monster that had torn through their ranks, before being cut in half by its massive ax, his blood, and flesh painting the walls.

Nathan's throat grew tight, and his heart began to beat quicker and quicker, almost bursting out of his chest. He felt like he was suffocating, drowning in a sea of regret and despair.

"Why did they have to die?" Nathan whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "Why couldn't I save them?"

He sank to his knees, the weight of his grief too heavy to bear. He had thought he was prepared for this, that he had processed the trauma of what had happened. But now, confronted with the reality of his fallen friends, he felt like he was back at square one.

Nathan clenched his fists, feeling anger and frustration rise within him. He couldn't change what had happened, but he could honor their memory by continuing to climb the tower. By getting stronger, and defeating the monsters that had taken his friends from him.

With a deep breath, Nathan pushed himself back to his feet. His eyes were wet with tears, but his expression was resolute.

"I won't let their deaths be in vain," Nathan said, his voice firm and steady. "I'll keep climbing, no matter what it takes." Nathan's mind flashed back to the shadows words, and the memory he had witnessed only a few minutes ago, “I’ll kill whoever created this tower and make it crumble.”