In the vast, desolate landscape of the Ashura Plane, the winds howled, carrying an eerie chill that clung to the air. Greta, Eliza, the Shadow Overlord, and the Sage Overlord stood frozen, staring at the figure before them. They had all expected to encounter something formidable, but what they found shook them to the core.
Adams, or at least a version of him, stood there with a serene smile on his face. His mere presence seemed to warp reality itself. The four Overlords exchanged wary glances, their faces masked with confusion, wariness, and a hint of fear.