Lazarak… hmmm, that was a name Damon had heard before. It came from a key he had taken from Chrome after killing the professor.
After killing him, Damon had discovered a hidden space that could only be accessed using that very key.
The key of Lazarak.
"Lazarak…" Damon muttered softly, more confused than ever.
His most recent system prompt still echoed in his mind: You are dreaming the Nightmare of Lazarak.
"A nightmare…" he whispered under his breath.
"Did you say something… you strange, ugly, formless creature?" Lazarak replied to his words, his tone uncertain, hesitant unsure what to even call the thing before him.
Damon's current form was anything but ordinary; he had no body, no limbs, only a single beating heart and a crown of flickering light.
The rest of him was a mass of burning shadows, constantly shifting, whispering like smoke trying to take shape.
"What a weirdo."
Damon ignored him, his attention drawn instead to the word nightmare. A dream… a horrible dream.
