Adams stood over the battered form of El, his expression as cold as the void between stars. His gaze flicked downward, watching the once-mighty Overlord cough and sputter in a pool of his own blood. The silence in the Hall of Eternity was suffocating. The faint crackle of energy that lingered in the air from their battle began to dissipate, leaving a tension so thick it felt as though it would shatter at any moment. The Overlords who had sided with El—the ones who had placed their hopes in his defiance—stood frozen, their faces pale and trembling.