Sam woke up in that same black void again, the same one that always greeted him between each mission.
Above him, the shadowy outlines of the Primordials stared down, their gazes heavy and silent.
But this time, none of them spoke.
The silence lingered longer than usual, and yet it felt lighter somehow.
They didn't seem to have anything to say—maybe because they were content with the path he was taking.
Or maybe because there was simply nothing left to tell him.
And after what felt like both a moment and an eternity…
Fwish!
He woke up.
[Proceed.]
The crimson panel glowed before his eyes, its sharp color cutting through the darkness of the room.
Sam blinked, taking a slow breath as his mind returned to reality.
He pushed himself up from bed, the faint red light reflecting off his eyes.
'Hm… why does it smell kind of good?' he thought.
He didn't even know how long he had been asleep this time, but based on the shine, he must have slept until morning of the next day.
