[You feel them getting closer, rushing at an extremely high speed toward your location.]
"Hah…" Sam let out a short laugh and grinned.
"Won't matter."
The grin was not one of arrogance, but of defiance, the kind that came from standing at the center of a storm that refused to let him breathe.
Two more global announcements had come after the first one, and each of them poured oil on the fire, urging every group and every awakener who had entered the [Third Zone] to race even faster in his direction.
The realm had made it clear.
The primordial was here.
And if they wanted to make history, if they wanted to seize their one chance at glory, then hunting him down now was their best shot.
Sam could feel the weight of that pressure bearing down on him, but instead of cracking, he smiled.
'I feel like the closer I get to the last mission… the more stuff like this will happen.'
It was almost inevitable. This realm hated him. It had always hated him.
