Usually, even against the other [Forsaken Lords], Sam always had time.
Time to clear the layer first, figure things out.
Time to leave, take a breath, prepare himself before stepping into the sub-layer.
That's how it had always gone.
Even with the [Roaring Titan], who had forced Sam to enter the sub-layer on his second entry into the third layer.
Even with [Asmodeus], who had only given him three days to enter.
No matter how tight the pressure got, there had always been at least some breathing room.
A moment to collect his thoughts. To refocus.
Sometimes that pause alone helped him win, helped him gather the determination he needed, or even evolve a skill just enough to turn the tide.
But now... Against Jevil? There was no such thing.
Jevil had forced him into the sub-layer on his very first entry into the [Fifth Layer].
There hadn't even been time to breathe.
But strangely, it didn't bother Sam as much as it should've.
