[You have completed the Nightmare.]
[Reward for completing this trial will be given to you when you exit.]
[You will be teleported out soon!]
The glowing notifications appeared before Ezekiel's eyes—just in time.
A few minutes earlier, he was barely holding on, his breath ragged, his arms heavy.
The undead players swarmed him, their rotting hands grasping, their hollow eyes burning with fury.
These were the same players from the first round—the ones he had promised to lead.
The ones he had abandoned to save himself.
A part of him had felt guilty. That guilt had shaped this nightmare, resurrecting them as vengeful undead.
Now, they attacked with ruthless aggression, their movements sharper, faster than before.
Ezekiel fought back with desperation, his blade a blur as he swung wildly, hacking through the undead.
"RAAH!" he screamed, slashing down another.
But then—
One of them spoke.
"You bastard! You promised me... I'd return to our daughter."
Ezekiel froze.
