Siren of the Nightmare System

he Sacrifice

, her palms scraping against the jagged obsidian floor. The cold seeped into her skin, biting deep

ht flickered. Lysander's silhouette loomed, hi

rida wheezed, her voice cracking as she clutched her bruised ri

od, Astrida. It doesn't mean they have to share your survival. The Mercer family needs a sacrifice to appease the

ere to rot? You think the family wil

n," Lysander chuckled, his voice devoid of empathy. "Sleep w

d inward, heavy and suffocating, thick with

her voice died in the oppressive silence. She scrambled backward,

lesh. It was a low-level specter, but to Astrida, it looked like a nightmare made manifest

ner. She had no weapon, no armor, just the thin silk

the specter, but from the very air around her. "Delici

't have time to process the voice. She squeezed her eyes shut, sobb

inches from her throat. Sudde

chronizatio

Astrida

ortal Deca

the pact, or van

ida gasped, staring at the hologr

ida. Do you wish to survive? Do you w

ard the shimmering blue light. The spec

trembling but gaining a sharp, dangerous edge. "Give me the p

med. Tier: High

er: Jericho Vance

t made the specter recoil and dissipate into black smoke. He stood with a predatory

g rasp that vibrated in her very bones. "You certainly

her ribs, not with fear, but with a strange, dark el

him despite the lack of wind. He reached out, his gloved finge

ing against her lower lip. "And I think you're going to find that the p

of his power intoxicating. "Intima

down until his lips were inches from her