As the last echoes of battle faded into the ether, Sam found himself standing on the cusp of a new dawn, quite literally. The familiar warmth of the sun streamed down, breaking through the remnants of a long night filled with chaos and sacrifice. Gone were the swirling energies of the Abyssal Lok, the grand landscapes filled with potential, and the incessant hum of its infinite mysteries. Now, he was simply Sam—no longer the master of the Lok, but an ordinary guy in an ordinary world.
"Hey, Sam!" Brigham's cheerful voice broke through his reverie, bringing him back to the present. He was rummaging through a backpack, tossing snacks into the air and catching them with effortless grace. "Want a gummy worm? They're a delicacy in the Abyss, you know!"