Nightmare Mythos

Cesar will not take second chances.

"Hahh…"

Not counting how many times he let out that tired sigh, Cesar finally brought himself to stand up. Once he did, Cesar tiredly turned around since the door on his front appeared to be rather small… compared to the area he was in.

There are no solid walls, red carpet that stretches into each of the opposite sides, and lastly the curtains that gently sway even with the absence of air.

What was in his view however was a titanic, ancient grey stone table that extended across the limit of what his eyes could see. On the sides of the gargantuan table were intricately designed chairs.

Its seat was plaited cord and was supported on a sharply curved sabre-shaped legs, tapering to the feet. The horizontal back rail, curved to fit the body, was supported on four uprights.

In each segment of the table were spiraling lights that stretched from the roof that seemed impossible to peer through which is enough to light up the owner of those seats.

In Cesar's eyes, all he could describe those chairs was eerily majestic, too overwhelming, and very precarious situation to be in.

In front of such a gigantic view, Cesar found himself on the doorsteps of the unknown existences that seemed to be the ones who dwelled in the seats in the past. -here

There were no nearby enemies in sight but one can mistake the mere ancient stone table and the lining chairs as an impossible enemy to stumble upon.

Another mere thought passed through Cesar's that made him shiver.

'H-how can I search for the door towards the next hallway… This table seemed to be endless this time. Besides, this hallway is way, way, way, and way more vast than the previous ones! How the fuck did I stumble upon here! Oh my good lord! Just fucking kill me!'

On the verge of pulling out his gun and pushing the trigger right in his mouth, Cesar didn't let his intrusive win, afraid that it was starting to get his head rather than keeping it entirely at it.

"A-and, there's food…"

For some impossible reason, the table that looked like been made a million years ago had an abundance of exotic food that didn't feel grotesque at all. Might be even more so to the eyes of a hunter that hadn't eaten for hours now, forced to fight due to circumstances, and it had been taking a toll on his health, especially now that he was damn hungry.

These foods that looked like a death trap reached Cesar's nostrils and captivated his entire wellbeing which he forced to bite his lip strongly for him to return his concentration.

Tak—!

Slapping his cheek using both hands, Cesar then started to analyze the situation he put himself in.

"Let's see… With the door on my back, it's only natural that the other door was on the other side. But judging how this gigantic table was already far from my eyes, this journey might take longer than I was expecting… Of course, of freaking course, it will take long!"

Having his sanity tested once more, Cesar started walking, aiming to walk at the legs of the table before climbing onto it. Staying underground when the darkness felt eerily familiar, similar to the memoir existence from his received facet, only poses some dangerous risks.

Hence instead of trying to traverse through the darkness itself, it's better to move somewhere he could see.

It's not about the food really.

Painstakingly managing to jog toward the table's leg after an hour of staying attentive and dedicated, Cesar finally reached the site. Grabbing both daggers from his pocket, Cesar looked up, only to feel stunned once again at just how tall the table was.

This time, there are no staircases to assist him upwards. If he wanted to get on the surface of the table, he'd have to crawl his way up.

"Please don't be something so hard…"

Cesar commented before trying to stab the ancient stone table, feeling relieved when it showed that he was able to stick his weapon at it.

"Oh thank goodness…"

Assuring himself that his plan was enough to get him to the table's surface, Cesar readied himself by slightly bending to the floor. Only then when he had enough momentum he leaped very high before jabbing his dagger at the table's legs with ease.

After successfully hanging himself, Cesar created another stance that would support his momentum while tightly gripping the handle of his daggers.

Once he was sure it was enough to take leaps and bounds, Cesar released the dagger and jumped upwards.

Tak—!

This boring repetition of getting himself tired just to lay himself down on the soothing surface of the humongous table, continued as it was before he came to a quarter of the table height to take a rest.

Having to focus his breath swiftly, not knowing when the dagger would be able to keep itself up, Cesar let out another strong breath before readying on another takeoff.

He leaped upwards.

Tak—!

Beads of sweat that kept drenching his blood-soaked clothes, Cesar found himself right in the heels of the table's surface.

He had lost track of time but because this required more hard work than the other previous challenges he encountered, he was guessing it took a few hours for him to achieve such an almost impossible ordeal with his kind of beaten body.

But he was almost there.

"Just… a… bit… longer…"

Cesar held his dagger a little tighter, feeling every part of his body shaking. Quivering, Cesar let out a fast breath from his lips before jumping towards the table's edge without any trouble.

"Ugh!"

Groaning as he puked out a mouthful of saliva from the table's plane, Cesar felt ecstatic. Even though his smile was more insane than usual, his actions were still an achievement to celebrate.

He finally did it.

He was on the table's cold stone surface.