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The remnants of the Sentry had vanished.
What floated before Adam Warlock now was something else—something primal. The golden radiance was gone, replaced by a void so deep it distorted the light around it. His presence was wrong in every sense of the word, like an infection leaking through reality.
"You're not the same being," Adam said coldly, his staff swirling with quantum energy. "What are you?"
The thing's eyes gleamed like burnt stars, voice low and steady.
"I am what remains when hope is betrayed."
Adam didn't flinch. "I asked for your name, not your excuses."
The figure raised a hand, and the very air between them fractured. Then came the first strike—faster than light. Adam barely brought up a shield in time, his body jolted back from the impact.
Adam recovered mid-flight and retaliated, firing a compressed burst of quantum bolts. Void moved through them like shadows through fire. No effort, no thought—he simply wasn't where the attacks were anymore.
Adam's eyes narrowed. "You bend light. You devour energy. I've fought worse."
Void appeared behind him—no warning, no sound—and drove a punch into Adam's back, cracking the protective field like glass. Adam gasped as pain flared through his ribs, but retaliated with a full-body twist, elbow slamming into the side of Void's head.
Void didn't even grunt.
Another punch from Void. This time it launched Adam straight through a rift of energy. Before he could stabilize, Void's tendrils whipped around him like black serpents, dragging him back with crushing force.
"You're not stopping me," Void growled. "This world broke its own guardian. Now, I'll return the favor."
Adam let out a sharp breath and exploded his aura outward, burning the tendrils into nothing. He darted forward, weaving, jabbing, rotating around Void in arcs of quantum-enhanced strikes. His staff danced with blinding force, hitting faster than human eyes could track.
And still, Void endured. His body twisted and reshaped around the blows, every hit absorbed or redirected like he was made of living smoke.
"You're not even trying to defend," Adam muttered, driving the staff into Void's chest. "You want to be hurt?"
"I want them to feel pain."
Void erupted with energy—pure anti-light—forcing Adam back with a wave of unfiltered hatred. His skin cracked where it touched him. His soul recoiled.
"You're not one of Thanos' abominations," Adam hissed, regathering energy. "But I see the same rot in you."
Void's eyes flared.
"Thanos wants silence. I want screams."
The air vibrated as the two launched at each other again, colliding in a burst of force so immense it tore through the dimension. Adam spun, landed a crescent kick to the jaw, then released a nova blast point-blank.
Void staggered for the first time. Just slightly.
Adam pressed his advantage. He summoned spectral projections of himself, weaving in and out of them with precise strikes. Fists, staff strikes, energy bolts. A relentless barrage.
Void let him come. His body was taking damage now—black ichor spilling into space like ink in water. But he never showed pain. Only fury.
"You don't even care who I am," Adam snarled. "Why are you standing in my path?"
"Because you want to stop death."
Void gripped Adam's throat.
"And I want to become it."
Adam's aura flared so bright it burned away the dark tendrils around his neck. He grabbed Void's arm and channeled quantum backlash straight through it, detonating part of Void's forearm in a wave of energy.
He didn't even cry out. His other hand sliced across Adam's side with enough force to tear through his protective weave, spilling golden blood.
Both staggered back, damaged now. Adam, breathing heavier. Void, twitching slightly from energy burns along his frame.
"Who are you really?" Adam finally asked. "You wear the body of a hero, but everything inside you reeks of... corruption."
"I'm the answer to everything Earth denied."
Adam's lips curled.
"Then I'll erase you, too."
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A broken man called Robert Reynolds
Hunched over in a dim apartment, needles scattered across the stained floor, Robert stared blankly at the flickering television, its light dancing across hollowed cheeks and sleepless eyes. His breath trembled as the weight of another night crushed him. No family, no friends — just the burn in his veins and the slow erosion of his mind.
Addiction wasn't a demon that visited him.
It was him.
Every high was a lie. Every crash was a deeper hell. He clawed at scraps of dignity in alleyways, selling what little he had, losing more than any man should. A ghost in the city. A walking tragedy.
Until they came.
Black suits. Cold eyes. A voice behind glass that promised salvation. Rehabilitation. Purpose. The government had a program — secret, naturally — one that offered the broken a chance at becoming something more.
Robert never asked questions. He signed the forms. He let them stick needles in his arms again. This time, not filled with poison — but power. He was injected, modified, dissected, reprogrammed. Every time he screamed, the lab's AI logged his vocal patterns with casual indifference.
Over time, the drugs were no longer his enemy. His memories were blurred. Twisted. They replaced shame with obedience, pain with structure, chaos with devotion. Eventually, his loyalty belonged to one woman: Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.
She was his redeemer. His savior. The head of the program — sharp, calculating, motherly only when necessary.
He worshiped her.
When Valentina rose to power, Robert became her sword. A weapon when the world needed control. His mind had been chained, his fears smothered, his guilt sedated.
But deep inside, something watched.
Something remembered.
Buried beneath layers of genetic tampering, chemical suppression, and mental conditioning… a dark fragment of Robert's psyche survived. Every injection, every lie told to his face, every mission that made his stomach turn — it didn't disappear.
It fermented.
This wasn't just madness. It was betrayal made flesh. All the pain. All the hate. All the void that lived in him for years, given mass.
Given name.
The world thought it created a savior.
But what they truly built…was Void.
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The sky was cracking. Not metaphorically — the pressure unleashed between these two titans had begun to fracture the very laws of nature. Light bent, space shimmered, and even time seemed to hesitate as Adam Warlock and Void tore through the battleground in a dance of chaos and fury.
Adam's golden aura flared wildly as he hurtled toward Void, his fists glowing with raw cosmic energy. His mind was cold, focused, yet pushed to its limits. He's fast. Strong. Insanely so. Like Thanos… maybe worse. But there's something else. Something broken inside him.
Void's form was unstable—shifting between inky shadow and brutal muscle. His face twisted in manic glee one moment, cold contempt the next. He wanted Adam to see him. To fear him.
"You bleed like the rest," Adam muttered, his voice low, as he struck Void across the jaw with a hammering blow that sent shockwaves for miles.
Void slid back, the ground beneath him rupturing. "You don't get it, golden boy," he hissed. "This world rejected its salvation. Now they'll choke on the ashes they left behind."
"You speak in riddles and pain," Adam countered, raising his hand. "But you're in my way. That's all I care about."
A brilliant beam of golden energy surged from Adam's palm, striking Void full in the chest. The explosion leveled the surrounding area, vaporizing stone and melting metal. But from within the blaze… laughter.
Void emerged. Burned, but unbothered. His body regenerated rapidly, shadows stitching skin, muscle, and armor-like mass over his torn flesh.
"You think you understand power. You've fought gods. Kings. But me?" Void spread his arms, his voice lowering. "I am the end."
He darted forward, impossibly fast—faster than before. Adam barely raised his guard in time, arms crossing to block a thunderous punch that launched him into the sky. They clashed again mid-air—each strike lighting up the heavens like comets colliding.
Adam grimaced. His strength… he's adapting. No, evolving. Matching me with every blow…
He spiraled behind Void, driving a blade of solid light into his shoulder. Void howled, grabbing Adam by the throat and slamming him into the earth. Before the crater even finished forming, Adam countered—driving both feet into Void's chest, sending him reeling.
Void staggered, then laughed—a dark, rasping chuckle. "You're fun. I almost don't want to kill you."
"You can try," Adam spat, blood in his mouth.
The battle surged again—raw light against abyssal dark. Every punch shook the air, every movement defied physics. Their powers escalated—each blow stronger, faster, more desperate.
Until…
Adam caught it.
A mistake?
An opening?
Void's hand reached out wildly—but Adam, sharp and precise, twisted under it and gripped the limb with both hands. His aura surged with blinding intensity.
Then, a horrifying sound.
Tear. Rip. Snap.
Void's entire arm was torn from his body. Darkness spilled like ink from the stump, and for the first time… Void reeled back, screaming.
Adam dropped the limb, panting heavily. "Finally," he muttered.
But something felt wrong.
Void was grinning.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Adam blinked.
What?
Void's body convulsed—then a spike of pure darkness exploded from his own chest. Adam staggered, looking down.
A hole.
A jagged, seething void where his heart had been.
The pain hit second. Then the light began to dim.
"You…" he gasped, collapsing to one knee. "You let me take it…"
Void, panting but still upright, leaned in. "You wanted a weakness," he said, voice quiet. "I gave you a gift."
Adam's fingers twitched. He tried to lift himself, but his strength was bleeding out faster than the light in his eyes. He looked up one last time, into that swirling, monstrous face of madness.
And in that final second… he didn't see a man. He saw the end.
'Thanos… you may not even be the worst thing waiting for this universe.'
Adam's vision blurred. One name crossed his mind. Not a plea. Not desperation. A hope.
'Aiden…you have too.....'
He collapsed.
Void stood over him, silent.
Then… he laughed.
And the skies wept darkness.
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