Nightmare Mythos

The eerie voice, who appeared helpful most of the time, could only just talk but not really help him here on the battleground.

Now that people were available nearby, challenging the Nightmare and even eradicating it didn\'t seem such a farfetched plan any longer. If they can cook up some plan while understanding the weaknesses of their counterpart, they should be able to see another day.

After all, they couldn\'t stay at this table far too long.

It\'s been hours since they got transferred inside the mansion but they couldn\'t be too sure now, not after what happened when their eyes even deceived themselves.

If time was being disrupted by its natural flow, Cesar couldn\'t even trust it and used normal time as a concept that could be applied in this mansion, as long as they were inside the city and remained just there.

Staying might be a bad choice itself.

"Where are they?"

The eerie voice replied after a while, "They are near the old, long candelabra that looks like a tower in your eyes. Follow that trail and you\'ll meet them,"

Cesar was still reluctant to put his confidence in every information that the mysterious voice relayed. Hence, instead of completely trusting it, he was putting his life in a gamble whether the words of the voice could help him go through the challenges.

So far, all his gamble are paying off.

\'An old, ancient candelabra that looks like a tower in my eyes.\'

Cesar soon spotted what Cedeit was trying to mention, quite in shock as the location of the said item was kilometers away from their position.

But because of it, Cesar realizes that the mysterious voice, Cedeit, isn\'t as omnipotent as he thought it would be. Yes, it was knowledgeable and probably powerful, but it was different from the likes of the mythical gods in the stories where a simple problem such as this is just a run in a mill.

They\'ll never be in trouble, unlike him, Cedeit, and everyone else who just got included because they were in this cursed place.

…

Cesar continued traversing through the solid plane of the table\'s surface, avoiding the things he needed to avoid while escaping the things he needed to escape.

It wasn\'t easy traveling alone in the ancient stone table but Cesar\'s experiences throughout time honed him into what he is now.

He\'ll be ready to bring out everything on his side if that is the only way to survive at the hellhole.

"Hahh…"

Cesar let out a tired breath jogging his way through the old candelabra that slowly got larger throughout the hours he went through.

He had already realized beforehand that the location of the candelabra was far, but he didn\'t realize that a couple of hours had to be used to do so. Even so, because there were no nearby enemies to divert his attention onto, Cesar was left to reach his destination.

Eventually, Cesar managed to arrive at his destination without getting in trouble.

\'Holy fuck…\'

Now that he was near the old candelabra, he was able to distinguish its humungous size in a single look.

It was damn gigantic. Not only that, but it looked like the whole structure had a magnificent aura that could make one subconsciously think of kneeling in front of it. As for some people to feel that way, it was because it has been once used to transfer the corrupted for three beings.

Whatever kind of corruption was stored in that candelabra, Cesar wished no part of it.

\'Where are they…\'

Cedeit, the mysterious voice that Cesar had talked surprisingly informed him that he would take a rest for him to talk about anything else he needed to know once he had taken the nap he desired.

His task right now was to find those people that it mentioned.

\'Right, keeping minimal noise is a must this time around.\'

Cedeit even mentioned to him that the Nightmare they were going to fight disliked noise that it found unacceptable. As for how it was categorized didn\'t even matter since keeping noise to themselves is enough.

Cesar was good at keeping noise to himself.

Whoosh—!

Cesar swiftly made a move by circling the candelabra while trying to hide the watchful gaze of the Nightmare from somewhere.

Midway on his journey, Cesar spotted a makeshift camp that didn\'t look old, ancient, and humongous which was too much for their size. Instead, this camp was a normal one, devoid of any light from the inside and outside.

However, he was too late to realize something.

Clank—!

"Do something funny and you\'re dead. Raise both of your hands,"

Being pointed with a spear right at the back of his head while being threatened with a plant tone, Cesar followed and raised his hands.

For him to not notice the presence right away when he was being vigilant as always, he couldn\'t help but click his tongue.

\'If I was in my top condition, I would\'ve probably noticed the person behind me. Tough luck,\'

Cesar remained motionless in his position before answering, "Whatever you went through, I\'ve dealt with it as well. Please, if you belonged to some squad before getting transported in the hallways, my innocent self had something to explain,"

The spear on his back seemed to be slightly shocked as there was slight hesitation from it before the perpetrator answered.

"Sparrow?"

Finally, as if that was the straw to remove any suspicions, Cesar turned around to look at the individual.

Charming as ever, his features looked like always mad from its onlookers. With both of his eyes shaded with black circles, the spear in his hand went down with a sigh.

"Quentin Mero…"

Quentin frowned after being called that way as he retorted, "What\'s with the long name? Shock to see that I\'m still alive?"

Cesar shrugged, "No reason. After all, you\'re impossible to challenge the hallways without someone assisting you,"

Quentin frowned as well before retorting as well, "At least I didn\'t lose an eye to our opponents… unlike what happened to yours,"