9.17.2 Going to sleep.

The night died fighting?

These words felt familiar to Remira in her memories. However, as soon as the old man spoke these parts, she instantly forgot the information she gained and focused on things that mattered more to her. 

"What spawn? Isn't he a wraith? Mutated and elevated to higher levels due to the freedom it had?" She asked, curious about this odd "nightmare" that Malidi had just spoken about. 

Nightmares were not alien to her. Everyone in their life once suffered from nightmares, dark dreams induced due to some discomfort, bad memories, health, or even trauma. It's nothing odd, nor special for a world where conflict and monsters are everywhere.

But, isn't this just the one created by her mind? A certain response that she couldn't articulate properly due to her limited knowledge, but she didn't think it was some alien being that was doing such a thing.