Oblivion

The gods barely had a moment to process the awe of Adams's creation before a deep, unsettling chill swept through the air. Even the vibrant, pulsing energy of this new world seemed to dim slightly, as if recoiling from something unseen. The gods exchanged wary glances. They all felt it—a presence so ancient and vast that even their divine senses struggled to comprehend it.

Adams stood unfazed, his expression calm. His gaze turned upward, where the sky seemed to ripple and twist unnaturally. He didn't need to explain. He already knew what was coming.

"The Primordial Oblivion," Adams said, his voice even but laced with authority.

The gods stiffened at the name. Even Zeus, who rarely showed fear, paled slightly.