Chapter 17: Nightmare And Classes
"You'll need to fight it," Samael told Kivas, easy and simple.
"Fight what?" Kivas smiled wryly, hoping that there won't be any complicated process after this.
"The Nightmare of the Voidling you consumed. It will appear to you in a dream. That is when it must be truly defeated to claim what shall be yours."
Kivas raised a brow, then anxiously ran a hand through her hair. "Wait, it's still not over? We ate it. It's dead."
Samael turned her head slightly, one crimson eye focused on her. "Physically, yes. But in Fathomi, essences linger. Especially that of conscious beings. Their soul leaves an imprint—resentful, twisted, anchored by the mark you made upon them. That imprint forms the Nightmare.
"This Nightmare had no longer anchored to Fathomi with no physical vessel grasping to it, thus essences of their existence remain within those who partake in their event of death.
"And since they are ethereal in nature, they can only be interacted in a spiritual state like a dream. Hence the name, Nightmare."
"So... a boss fight in my sleep?" Kivas sneered.
"In essence." Samael moved back toward her, kneeling beside her log seat, wings folding in tightly. "You must defeat it inside your dream. That is how the Well of the Soul allows you to claim its attributes. For the dead shall leave their inheritance to the living."
Kivas leaned forward. "And what happens if I fail?"
"Then nothing changes," Samael said flatly. "The Nightmare survives, returns the next time you sleep. And the next. However, if too much time passes, if you allow too many Nightmares to persist, they might begin to gnaw at you from within."