Defeating Oblivion

The battlefield stood on the edge of collapse. Reality flickered like a dying flame, unable to contain the clash of power between Adams and Oblivion. The gods held their breaths, unsure whether they were watching the destruction of everything or the rise of something terrifyingly new.

Adams stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders, the glow of his blade pulsing faintly. "Alright," he muttered to himself. "Time to stop playing around."

Oblivion didn't hesitate. It surged forward, the void rippling outward like an endless wave. Spikes of nothingness shot toward Adams, each one sharp enough to cut through dimensions. Adams ducked, sidestepped, and swatted them away, his blade flashing like lightning with every motion.

"You're starting to get predictable," Adams said casually, his voice cutting through the chaos. He swung his blade upward, a single arc of light splitting the void in front of him and forcing Oblivion to retreat momentarily.