The void was endless.
Black. Cold. Silent.
Nothing moved, except a single shape floating like a broken god between shreds of torn reality.
Adam.
His body was cracked with faint red lines, like a statue about to shatter. His long white coat was in tatters, limbs drifting lifelessly. There was no ground. No sky. Just the raw, unfinished dark of a realm that no longer existed.
The mortal realm—Earth—was gone.
And he had done it.
His eyes were half-lidded. Breathing faint. A small ripple passed through the void beside him.
Then—
A figure stepped out.
Not walked. Not floated.
Stepped.
From nothing.
His form was tall, clothed in an oil-black mantle that swallowed the light that wasn't there. His face—impossible to remember, even while looking straight at it. Eyes like pits. A grin that wasn't lips. Something wrong carved into the shape of something right.
An Adversary.
He crouched beside Adam's drifting form, head tilted.
"You almost ruined everything."
