Sam woke up in the [Primordial Space] like always and looked around.
He blinked a few times as the familiar misty atmosphere settled around him, the swirling darkness and faint lights forming the massive empty world he had come to know far too well.
He let out a long breath, partly annoyed and partly exhausted, because dying had become something so normal it barely fazed him anymore.
Still, the memory of that blue-flamed arrow felt vivid enough that he could almost feel the impact on his skin all over again.
"Any idea what that arrow was," he asked the other primordials that were looking at him, "I don't think that was a monster."
He waited for a moment as several faint glimmers moved in the air, and slowly, the usual panels began appearing around him one by one.
[The inhabitants of the "Soul Realm"]
[I met some of them, they do not like our kind.]
[Perhaps they are simply chasing the monsters?]
