Zier's Nightmare

Zier's eyes snapped open, and he found himself standing on the outskirts of the abandoned village of Drakenvale. Moonlight cast an ominous glow over the snow-covered landscape, and an unnatural chill seeped into his bones. The air was heavy with tension as he surveyed the desolate surroundings.
In his hands, the hilt of his sword felt heavier than usual, and the clink of his armor echoed in the silence. The knowledge that they were here to capture Lilith Darkheart gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. The mission was etched into his mind like an indelible mark, a haunting reminder of past failures.
As the company moved forward with Sylas Ravenshadow leading the way, the night seemed to close in on them. Zier felt a creeping sense of dread, his breath forming frosty clouds in the frigid air. The eerie stillness of Drakenvale whispered of impending doom.
Then, the howls began—a chorus of supernatural cries that reverberated through the nightmare. Zier's heart pounded as the werewolf packs emerged from the shadows, eyes aglow with an otherworldly intensity. Panic set in, and he could almost feel the cold breath of the creatures on his neck.
Sylas barked orders, and the clash of steel against fur erupted. Zier engaged in combat with a werewolf, his blade dancing to fend off the creature's savage attacks. But the nightmare twisted reality, and the werewolf's eyes glowed with an arcane aura as it uttered a dark incantation.
A spell from the Coos coven, Zier realized too late. The werewolf's jaws snapped shut on his arm, and the pain felt real. The Curse of Unraveling took hold, a malevolent magic that sapped Zier's strength and left him feeling vulnerable.
Around him, his comrades faltered, their movements sluggish as unseen forces bound them. Lilith Darkheart emerged from the shadows, her presence radiating an aura of malevolence. She raised her hands, casting a spell that seemed to distort reality itself. Zier could feel the Curse of Clumsiness gripping him, his once-fluid movements turning into clumsy, awkward gestures.
The battlefield descended into chaos. Misfortune plagued the Panacea Knights as Lilith continued her incantations. The Nightmare Hex, a curse that fed on their fears, twisted their perceptions. Shadows danced on the periphery of Zier's vision, and whispers of doubt filled his mind.
As the werewolves closed in, Lilith seized the opportunity to vanish, leaving behind an oppressive darkness. Zier felt a surge of panic, a deep sense of failure engulfing him. The Curse of Nightmares gripped his mind, conjuring horrifying images of Lilith's mocking laughter and the company's defeat.
The nightmare reached its climax, and Zier jolted awake in a cold sweat. The echoes of Lilith's curses lingered in his mind, a haunting reminder of the failed mission. The spells of the Coos coven had left scars, both physical and mental, and the nightmare had transported him back to that fateful night in Drakenvale, the sense of impending doom still clinging to him like a curse that refused to be dispelled.