"Victory is an endless nightmare, defeat is the moment of wake."
The words drifted through Damon's mind like a whisper that refused to fade. They had been the Unknown God's last message delivered through the system when Damon first awakened in this strange prison.
What if the Nightmare of Lazarak was exactly what the name claimed to be. A dream. A nightmare trapped within a nightmare.
"This is the most realistic dream I have ever seen..." Damon murmured as he lifted his hand and watched how the light reflected along the glossy floor.
He shifted his stance, his weight moving from one leg to the other as he tried to ground himself in this place.
"What if we die here. And how do we escape this dream..." he asked softly.
Matia raised her hand slightly, the movement slow and deliberate. Her eyes did not blink.
"It is also possible that we are in the past. Waton had the time attribute. He died, but what if he was only meant to be a sacrifice."
