The Omnipotent System

The trio froze at the sound of the voice, its deep, resonant tone rolling through the ruins like a thunderclap, commanding their immediate attention. Eren's head snapped toward the source, his dark eyes narrowing as he instinctively stepped in front of Kael, the shard of obsidian in his hand emitting a faint, ominous hum. Kael's hand flew to the hilt of her sword, her crimson eyes widening momentarily before hardening into a wary glare. Even Selene, poised and self-assured, faltered for a split second, her body tensing as her gaze darted to the figure that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Perched on a colossal glowing throne that seemed to shimmer with ethereal energy, the man exuded an aura of absolute power. His black hair, as dark as the void itself, framed a face so flawless it was almost inhuman—sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and golden eyes that gleamed like molten sunlight, each glance carrying the weight of eternity. His smile was serene yet disconcertingly knowing, as if he could see through the very fabric of their souls.

Adams Albert.

The name carried weight, unspoken but felt in the trembling air around them. His mere presence seemed to distort reality, the ruins flickering faintly as though unsure whether to crumble or rebuild themselves under his gaze. The glowing throne beneath him pulsed gently with an otherworldly rhythm, illuminating his figure with a halo of radiant light.

Eren's breath hitched, his gaunt frame rigid, though he quickly masked his unease. His dark eyes locked onto Adams with quiet intensity, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath his stoic facade. Fear? No, not quite. It was something deeper—a mix of caution, reverence, and an unspoken challenge.

Kael's reaction was less subtle. Her crimson eyes narrowed into slits, her grip on her sword hilt tightening until her knuckles turned white. She didn't like feeling cornered, and this man, seated so casually on his throne, made her feel as though she were an insect caught in the web of a spider. Her jaw clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her fiery spirit refused to cower.

Eren's voice cut through the tense silence, low and controlled, though the edge in it was undeniable. "Who are you?" he asked, his dark eyes narrowing further as he took a cautious step forward, placing himself firmly between Adams and the others. His grip on the shard of obsidian tightened, and the faint hum it emitted grew stronger, like a predator's growl echoing through the air.

Adams tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes glinting with an amusement that danced just beneath the surface. He didn't move from his throne, his body relaxed, as though the tension in the ruins were nothing more than a passing breeze. Slowly, his lips curved into a faint smile—calm, almost playful.

"Guess," he replied, his tone light yet carrying an unmistakable weight, like a king indulging a courtier's question.

The single word hit Eren like a thunderbolt. His breath caught in his throat, his expression shifting from guarded to something bordering on disbelief. His body stiffened, and his grip on the shard faltered for the briefest moment before he tightened it again. He took another step forward, his eyes scanning Adams with a mix of awe and realization.

"You…" Eren began, his voice trembling slightly before steadying as he drew himself up, his tone turning sharp. "You're the one. The one the Goddess of Destiny spoke of." His dark eyes widened, glimmering with a mixture of recognition and unease. "The one who gave me my powers."

At this, Kael's head snapped toward Eren, her crimson eyes narrowing with suspicion and confusion. "What?" she hissed, her voice low and incredulous. Her fingers twitched on the hilt of her sword, her body tense as though ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. She darted a sharp glance between Eren and Adams, her fiery spirit refusing to be overshadowed by the strange revelation.

Selene, however, remained silent, her silver eyes fixated on Adams. Her usually serene expression cracked ever so slightly, a flicker of something—perhaps curiosity, perhaps trepidation—crossing her face. The way she held herself, still but alert, betrayed her internal struggle to remain composed under the oppressive weight of Adams' presence.

Adams let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward ever so slightly. The movement was deliberate, calculated, and it seemed to fill the entire space with his presence. "Ah," he murmured, his golden eyes locking onto Eren's with an intensity that made the younger man feel as though he were standing naked before the sun. "So, she told you about me. And yet, you ask who I am. Curious."

He leaned back into his throne, his expression calm but his gaze unrelenting. His smile deepened, though it carried a subtle edge now, like the flicker of a blade hidden behind a veil. "Tell me, Eren," he said smoothly, his voice a melodic blend of curiosity and authority, "did she also tell you what comes next?"

Eren swallowed hard, his throat dry as his mind raced. He didn't answer immediately, his body taut like a drawn bowstring. His free hand clenched into a fist at his side, the weight of Adams' words pressing down on him like an invisible force. Yet, despite the overwhelming aura radiating from the man before him, there was something in Eren's expression—a flicker of defiance, of resolve.

Kael stepped forward, her crimson eyes blazing with intensity as she broke the silence. "Enough of the riddles," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "If you're as powerful as you seem, stop toying with us and say what you want!" Her fiery spirit burned brighter than ever, even as a bead of sweat rolled down her temple.

Adams turned his golden eyes to Kael, his gaze calm yet unnervingly penetrating, as though peeling back every layer of her fiery exterior to lay bare the raw essence beneath. The air around her seemed to thicken instantly, growing heavier with every second his gaze lingered. Kael's confident stance faltered, her crimson eyes widening in shock as an invisible force crushed down on her chest. Her breath hitched, and her knees buckled. She dropped to the ground, gasping for air, her hands clawing at her throat as if trying to free herself from some unseen grip.

Kael's sword slipped from her trembling hand, the clang of steel against stone echoing through the ruins like a death knell. Her fiery spirit, so defiant moments before, flickered like a candle in a hurricane. Panic danced in her crimson eyes as they darted toward Eren and Selene, silently pleading for help even as her pride refused to let her voice it.

"Kael!" Selene's voice broke the heavy silence, sharp with alarm. Her silver eyes, usually serene, widened with fear as she rushed to Kael's side. Her movements were swift yet hesitant, her trembling hands reaching out to steady her companion. She knelt beside Kael, her elegant frame shielding her fallen ally, but her gaze snapped to Adams. For the first time, a crack appeared in her composed demeanor, the tremor in her voice betraying the fear she fought to suppress.

"What did you do to her?" Selene demanded, though the sharpness of her words was undercut by the slight tremble in her tone. She glanced at him as though weighing every syllable, knowing full well the consequences of speaking too boldly. Her silver eyes shimmered with unease, her body tense as if expecting the same fate to befall her at any moment.

Adams regarded Selene with the faintest hint of amusement, the corners of his mouth curling into a serene, almost disarming smile. "I merely showed her," he began, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable weight, "countless ways I could end her existence... without even blinking."

His words hung in the air like a death sentence, chilling in their simplicity. The smile on his lips deepened, but his golden eyes remained cold, detached, as though the act of extinguishing a life were no more significant to him than the flick of a wrist.

Selene's breath caught in her throat, her grip on Kael tightening as if grounding herself against the oppressive presence that seemed to fill the ruins. Her silver eyes darted back to Kael, whose breathing was shallow but steadying, and then back to Adams. She swallowed hard, the fear in her gaze now mingled with something else—an understanding of the sheer disparity in power between them and this man.

Eren, who had been frozen in stunned silence, finally found his voice. "You didn't need to do that," he said, his tone laced with barely contained fury. His dark eyes burned with defiance, even as the shard of obsidian in his hand vibrated violently, responding to his rising emotions.

Adams turned his gaze to Eren, his smile unwavering. "No," he said simply, his tone almost conversational. "I didn't."

The calm, unbothered response only seemed to ignite Eren's anger further. His grip on the shard tightened until his knuckles turned white, and the ominous hum grew louder. He stepped forward, his gaunt frame radiating a determination that bordered on reckless.

"You think you can just toy with us?" Eren spat, his voice trembling with emotion. "Is that all we are to you?"

Adams tilted his head, studying Eren with a quiet curiosity that was somehow more unsettling than any threat. "Toying?" he mused, as though the concept were foreign to him. "No, Eren. If I were to 'toy' with you, you would know."

Eren's jaw clenched, his defiance flickering under the weight of Adams' words. Yet, despite the oppressive aura that threatened to crush him, he held his ground, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of anger and determination.

Selene's voice broke through the tension, softer this time, almost pleading. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her silver eyes locking onto Adams with a vulnerability that she rarely allowed to surface. "What do you want from us?"

"Simple. To help you."

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