Bab 172: Creation Of World

Adams stood amidst the boundless void, a figure of unshakable resolve. The infinite darkness stretched in all directions, but it was no longer oppressive. Instead, it felt like the calm before a storm of creation, a silence pregnant with the promise of new life. His presence radiated omnipotence, the very fabric of existence bending to his will. Behind him stood Nyx, regal and poised, her midnight-blue hair flowing like liquid starlight, her violet eyes deep and unfathomable, holding both wisdom and sorrow.

Nyx took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling subtly. Her expression remained serene, but her fingers, folded neatly in front of her, twitched slightly—a rare crack in her composed facade. She turned to glance at Adams, her gaze lingering for a moment. She had known power in her life, but standing beside him, she felt the sheer immensity of his omniscience and omnipotence.