The days after Sam's retreat from overusing the Abyssal Lok were calm but unnervingly quiet. He spent his time in reflection, learning to pace himself with the Lok's energy and strengthen his bond with the Abyss Guardian. Though he maintained some distance from the Lok's influence on the outside world, its power hummed beneath his skin, a reminder of the immense force he carried within him. Yet as the days passed, something began to gnaw at him—a feeling, subtle at first, that someone was watching.
It wasn't paranoia; Sam had been vigilant since his encounter with the mysterious figure. The incident had shaken him, a shadowy figure appearing just at the periphery of his vision, someone who knew too much about the Lok. The figure had vanished as quickly as they appeared, leaving behind a lingering sense of danger that Sam couldn't shake. And now, as the quiet days stretched on, that sense of being watched grew stronger.