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Six individuals leave a ruined city and head towards a bright castle. The city is silent and empty, and even the nightmare creatures are hiding. Nethus walks confidently, while the narrator feels hesitant. They discuss their first nightmares, with the narrator describing a terrible ordeal and Nephthys describing a paradise. Nephthys eventually decides to stay in her nightmare and sets herself on fire to escape. She wakes up in a dark cave, kills a creature, and eventually breaks free. They reach the bright castle, but Nephthys reflects on the difficulty of leaving the past behind. Chapter 286 Blessings of the Fire Some time later, the six of them left the secluded ruin and made their way toward the bright castle. The dark city was silent and bleak, its streets devoid of life and movement. Even the nightmare creatures seemed to remain hidden in the lairs to-day, as though feeling the tension that hung in the air like a harbinger of a disastrous change. A lonely star was about to ignite in the sky above the cursed city. Nethus was the first one to walk under the marble arch and step on the road that led to the outer settlement. Her face was calm and motionless, any hint of emotion hidden behind her usual mask of indifference. It was as though she was returning home in triumph, not marching to her own execution. There was a slightly distant look in her eyes. He abandoned his usual position at the back of the group and was now walking side by side with her. Maybe it was just a whim, but he felt unwilling to follow in her footsteps as he always had done before. From the first day they met. As they ascended the tall hill, Changing Star suddenly asked, Sunny, do you remember your first nightmare well? Her voice sounded relaxed and idle. He cast a sideways glance at her and hesitated for a few moments. Then he answered her in an even tone. Like it was yesterday, she smiled slightly. Was it hard? Slowly a grin appeared on his face. Hard? No, not hard. Impossible. It was a ghastly, despicable, and tortuous ordeal. Truly the stuff of nightmares. Trying to get hard would be an injustice. With a dismissive shrug, Sunny drove the memories of the Black Mountain away and asked, What about yours? Nephthys looked away, remembering. After a while, she said, Mine wasn't that bad, actually. He stared at her in disbelief. What, you only had to kill a measly thousand unholy titans with your bare hands or something like that? Knowing you, not that bad means that it was nothing short of a true horror show. She slowly shook her head. No, I mean it. I didn't have to fight anyone, really. Up until the very end, Sunny blinked. Wait, seriously? A strangely sad smile appeared on her lips. In my first nightmare, I was the daughter of a lighthouse keeper. My family lived in a beautiful tower on the shore of a beautiful sea. Every morning, the warm sun rose from beyond the horizon, bathing the endless expanse of its sheer waves in beautiful light. The winds were gentle, and the world was kind. It was me, my parents, and my younger siblings. We lived together in harmony, humbly, but needing for nothing. He frowned. And then what? A sea serpent destroyed the lighthouse? Some rotten horror arose from the depths? Changing Star's eyes became distant. A few moments passed before she spoke again. No, nothing happened. That was the point of it, I think. My nightmare, it was actually a paradise. It was everything I dreamed about when I was a little kid, only much more wondrous and human than I could have ever imagined. Sunny looked at her in utter shock as he watched the hint of sorrow disappeared from that face, replaced by a subtly harsh expression. He hesitated for a while, then asked cautiously, So what did you do? A heavy sigh escaped from Ness' lips. Her eyes grew dim. I searched for a way out of the nightmare for a long time, but no matter how hard I looked, there wasn't any. Day after day, night after night, as time went by, it became harder and harder to force myself to continue searching. I grew accustomed to that bliss, that warm and beautiful life. And eventually, a day came when I thought that maybe I should stop. Maybe I can just stay. She tilted her head slightly and said, her tantalizing voice reaching the deepest, darkest parts of his heart. That was the day I went to the top of the lighthouse. You see, Sunny, you have to light yourself on fire to reap the blessings of the fire. That was what my grandmother used to say, so that was what I did. I doused myself in oil and set myself aflame. The white flames suddenly licked at her hands and she stared at them, her face slowly turning pale, her eyes reflecting the terrible agony she felt as her ivory skin continuously boiled, darkened, and then healed to become pristine again, she said simply. And I burned. Suddenly the flames disappeared and she made a fist. Her voice grew a little strained. After a long, long time, when all of it was over, I found myself in a dark cave, nestled in a slimy cocoon of black silk. All around me, thousands upon thousands of people were sleeping in similar cocoons with their eyes open, with happy smiles on their empty faces. And above us was a creature so revolting and abhorrent that I can't bring myself to describe it to this day. It was the creature I saw in my dreams. She grew quiet for a bit and then added, That creature was convulsing in pain, as though it shared in the agony I felt too. Somehow I managed to break free of the cocoon and kill it before it fully regained its senses. She glanced at him and smiled. However, there was no warmth in that smile. I heard my first nightmare. Then he looked in her eyes for a long time, silent. Then he slowly turned away. Just as I said. The stuff of nightmares. I guess he called them that for a reason. The ancient star laughed. I guess. But really, fighting that terror wasn't the hardest part. Waking up trapped in a repulsive cocoon wasn't the hardest part. Even burning alive wasn't the hardest part. She grew silent for a few moments and then said, Looking at the white road beneath her feet. The hardest part was walking up the steps to the top of the lighthouse. Not because of what waited for me in the future, but because of what I was leaving in the past. Soon the familiar shapes of the Outer Settlement appeared in their sight. They had finally returned to the bright castle.