On his way back to [Ashbourne City], Sam couldn't stop thinking about those panels.
Those strange white ones surrounded by floating cards, each one radiating power.
It all started to make sense now.
Asmodeus had told him he could step into the real world, and this new figure, the one Sam assumed was the fifth [Forsaken Lord], had already shown the ability to freely materialize panels to say anything he wanted.
"They're bleeding into reality…" Sam muttered, running a hand through his hair. "This is getting out of hand."
The thought alone made his head hurt.
He had enough to worry about already, and now these Forsaken Lords were getting bolder by the day.
Still, the panel wasn't wrong. Sam couldn't avoid the Fifth forever. That fight was going to happen. Whether he liked it or not.
Until then, he needed to grow. He had to.
...
Back home, Sam collapsed onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Everything had changed so fast.
