The air was still in the Abyssal Lok, a quiet calm settling over the realm after the chaos of the recent battle. Sam stood at its heart, looking out over the vast expanse he had created, now stable and peaceful once more. The dark clouds that had swirled during Kaleon's intrusion were gone, replaced by clear skies and rolling landscapes. The Lok was more beautiful than ever, yet there was an undeniable tension in Sam's chest—a mixture of pride and apprehension.
He had won the battle against Kaleon, barely. But the scars of that confrontation lingered, a constant reminder of the power he wielded and the dangers that came with it. The Infinite Gu rested in his palm, glowing softly with potential, as if waiting for him to make his next move.
Sam inhaled deeply. This was more than just a victory over Kaleon. It was a turning point.