After the first few nights, the panels in Sam's dreams started to change.
Not all at once, but gradually, one by one, over the course of the two weeks.
[You can feel it getting closer.]
Two days later, another.
[You know it's coming.]
Three days after that…
[They are all doomed.]
Then came a series of them, new ones appearing every night, as if building to something.
[Here it is.]
[They're gonna do it soon.]
[The beginning is coming.]
And finally, on the last night of those two weeks, when Sam laid down to rest once again, one last panel appeared in his dream.
This panel was the one glowing with the most malice and sinister aura out of them all, as if warning him.
[Tomorrow is the day, Primordial. Are you ready?]
As soon as he saw that, something stirred within Sam.
A weight in his chest, as if something ancient had just awakened.
But the feeling passed. And just like that, he opened his eyes.
Only to find a panel floating before him, this time, in the real world.
