As Adams and his entourage materialized within the vast, unyielding void, an atmosphere of profound silence hung over them, thick and heavy. This void, unlike any they had traversed before, pulsed with an energy that felt ancient, fierce, and boundless. Shadows twisted and coiled like living creatures, casting a foreboding ambiance around the figures who now stood there.
At the center of this immense darkness, the Goddess of Destruction loomed, her presence commanding yet subtle, as if the void itself was an extension of her being. She was a vision of chaotic beauty—tall and regal, with a figure that was both lithe and formidable. Her skin, a shade of midnight, shimmered faintly with streaks of starlit silver that ran along her arms and neck, giving her the appearance of a living galaxy. Her hair, a wild cascade of inky black, flowed freely, swirling around her form as if it had a life of its own, caught in an invisible wind.
