After conquering the [Fourth Layer], Sam didn't waste any time.
He returned to his room, and sat down for a short break.
His body didn't feel tired, but his mind? It wouldn't shut off.
Too many thoughts were swirling, everything about the [Forsaken Lords], and the growing weight of enemies and races knowing about him.
There was something building behind the scenes. Something bigger than just the layers.
Sam could feel it. He just didn't know what it was.
But no matter how much he tried to figure it out, the same feeling sat heavy in his chest, dread.
It didn't go away. Eventually, he just shook his head.
'Whatever happens will happen anyway… I can only push forward.'
That thought was the only anchor he had these days.
So, without saying anything else, Sam got into bed and closed his eyes.
...
The next day, as soon as his eyes opened, the same red numbers floated in front of him.
[2 days left.]
One day had already passed.
