[You are dreaming the Nightmare of Lazarak.]
[You have leveled up.]
[You have received the skill: Shadow Siezer.]
[You have received Primordial Shadow Essence.]
[You are alive.]
Damon felt a strange ache spread through what was left of him. Pain racked every fragment of his being heavy, dull, and endless. It wasn't just physical; it was the kind of agony that dug into the very essence of his soul.
The world around him felt different, alien. He tried instinctively to draw breath through lungs that no longer answered his will only to realize, with a creeping horror, that he couldn't breathe.
He froze. Then, a faint thought.
Well, that was no issue…
I must have gotten severe lung damage…
