A Seat In The Table

Adams rested his elbow on the armrest of his throne, his fingers tapping rhythmically as he waited for an answer. The silence among the gods stretched, each one hesitant to be the first to speak. Finally, Odin, his single eye glowing with wisdom and weariness, broke the stillness.

"The truth," Odin began, his voice deep and measured, "is that we do not fully understand the nature of what we face. Primordial Oblivion is not just a being—it is a concept, an entity that embodies the end of all things. It predates us, predates creation itself. We gods, for all our power, are creations of the very universe it seeks to unmake."

Adams tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "So, you're scared."

Ra bristled, his glowing aura flaring slightly. "We are not afraid. We are—"