The rainbow bridge's collapse behind him was nothing compared to the destruction Adam brought to Asgard itself. As his feet touched the golden realm's crystalline streets, the very air began to shimmer with chaotic energy. The eternal light that had bathed this divine city since the dawn of creation flickered and died, replaced by the writhing shadows of chaos incarnate.
Adam walked forward with measured steps, each footfall leaving cracks in the pristine crystal that spread outward like spiderwebs of corruption. The golden spires that had gleamed for eons began to tarnish at his approach, their divine radiance consumed by a hunger that could never be satisfied. The scent of ozone and burnt starlight filled the air as reality itself began to warp around his presence.
