Sam woke up inside his mansion and quickly sat up, his mind still heavy with thoughts from before.
'The [Primordial Space],' he thought. 'So that's the reason those Primordials are in my mind.'
The explanation made sense now.
They were here because they had all died.
And since he was the last Primordial alive, their consciousness or essence must have been pulled into his space by default.
It was strange, but logical in its own way. Still, that didn't make everything clear.
Even though he shared his mind with them, they rarely wanted to reveal anything.
He wanted answers, but each time he tried asking, they avoided him.
It would've been easier if he could actually prepare, but…
"Not allowed to reveal anything."
He remembered those words.
'Is there something actually stopping them? But they're dead...'
Maybe it wasn't that they couldn't, maybe they just didn't want to.
But that made no sense.
They kept pushing him to keep going, to stay determined, to never give up.
