The Abyssal Lok had never felt this heavy before.
Sam floated in the swirling dark, his surroundings shifting between mist and solid forms, as if the very essence of the Lok was unsure of its own shape. Shadows loomed around him, but there was no sense of menace, only the ever-present hum of vast, untapped power. His heartbeat echoed faintly in his ears, synchronized with the pulse of the Abyssal Lok. It had been days—no, weeks—since Kaleon's attack, and everything felt as though it was on the verge of shattering.
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair, already feeling the weight of what was ahead. He had come to a realization, one that was difficult to accept: if he didn't unlock the full potential of the Infinite Gu, there wouldn't be anything left to save. Kaleon was relentless, his attacks becoming more brazen with every passing moment, and the Abyssal Lok—Sam's greatest power and greatest responsibility—was slipping out of control.