Sam stood at the edge of the Abyssal Lok, his heart racing with the excitement of the infinite possibilities before him. He had created something incredible—an ever-changing, limitless realm where the laws of physics and time held no sway. Yet, as he continued to explore, something strange began to happen. The air around him felt different, charged with an energy that was both familiar and foreign. It was as if the Abyssal Lok itself was beginning to respond to him—not just to his commands, but to his very presence.
He wasn't alone anymore.
At first, it was subtle—shadows that shifted in ways they shouldn't, whispers that came from nowhere, and faint, distant figures moving at the edge of his vision. But then it became more pronounced. The very landscapes he created would change on their own, shifting and morphing as if reacting to something other than Sam's will.