I open my eyes to once again find that I'm alive

I saw those climax scenes again. If you know me, you should know that every dream I have is fantasy-themed. And once in a while, I have dreams of battle scenes.

One thing I can assure you, it feels absolutely real. I can feel the weight of the sword in my hand, I can feel the air paving a way for me as I jump, and I can feel the impact of gravity when I land. Every one of my senses are fine-tuned, like it was all real.

And since I can feel everything, pain is no exception. That's right. The sharp pain of claws piercing into my flesh, the cold stinging pain of metal blades slashing my body, the pressure of being punched and kicked. And they're all measured by human standards. Basically, it's painful, very, very realistically painful.

Anyway, this time, I was in a warehouse. From what I can recollect, I was the leader of a team of demon slayers protecting the last of mankind. I was looking for something. Suddenly, I detected a presence. Don't ask me how. I just felt it.

But before I could react, something pierced my foot. I felt my whole leg going numb. I reached for a weapon, but my hand went numb. In about 10 seconds , I couldn't move at all. I knew of only one type of demon who could do that. Wraith, a high-classed demon with the power of invisibility. Its fingers contain toxins that causes numbing if it enters the bloodstream. Because of their dangerous capability, it was the first race of demons I destroyed. This guy probably came back for revenge.

"Damn! Am I gonna die here? Like hell I will!"

Wraiths are tough to beat, but they have one weakness. Their masks. For some reason (which I can't remember), a mask will always be hanging somewhere on a Wraith. We usually assume it as its face. Apparently, it's the one thing that keeps a Wraith tangible. If the mask is destroyed, the Wraith will become nothing more than air.

I found the mask quite fast. It was right above me. I mustered all my strength and forced my body to move. If I can make any limb move at all, it would change things.

"I will protect those people! So I... won't... die... HERE!!"

I could feel my right arm again, but I knew it would only be for a moment. So, I quickly reached out to the mask and grabbed it. Well, you can guess what happens next. I ripped it off the Wraith. It's easy to know, because it feels like you just pulled a piece of wood from mud on the ground.

Then, my hand collapsed again. I lost all sense of touch again and just laid there, waiting for the poison to lose effect. To pass the time, I started recalling things, but I don't remember much except for what I've told y'all above.

Suddenly, I felt a presence again. This time, it was from the outside. A rope pierced through the wall, wrapped itself around my right arm and pulled me out of the building. Before I could react, I knocked into someone's body and instantly felt a cold, sharp pain through my stomach.

"You lose, captain."

And I woke up then. It felt so real, you wouldn't believe it yourself. This is the second time I've died in a dream. The first time was 2 years ago. That time, before I died, I had made a deal to a witch. She would reverse time the moment I lose the fight, all the way back to when it all started, so technically, I didn't die then but it gave me a feel of death. It was painful.