Oblivion: Reincarnated as a space beast

Chapter 14: The Black Hole's Embrace

Deep within their shattered citadel, the Precursors gathered, their translucent forms flickering with a mixture of rage, fear, and determination. The silence was broken by the rasping voice of an elder Precursor, its form shimmering with an ancient wisdom.

"The Devourer is a force of nature, a predator beyond our comprehension," the elder intoned, its voice echoing through the cavernous chamber. "We cannot defeat him with brute force. We must adapt, evolve, as he has."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. The Precursors, driven by a desperate need for survival, began to analyze the data gleaned from their encounter with Oblivion. They studied his patterns, his tactics, his very essence, seeking a weakness, a vulnerability they could exploit.

Their analysis revealed a disturbing truth: Oblivion was not merely a mindless beast; he was a creature of immense intelligence, capable of learning, adapting, and evolving. He was a predator who hunted not just for sustenance but for knowledge, for the very essence of his prey.

The Precursors realized that they could not simply destroy Oblivion; they had to neutralize him, to contain his power, to prevent him from becoming a threat to the entire universe.

"He… he has surpassed even our most pessimistic predictions," one of them, a being of pure energy, his form shimmering with an ethereal light, stated, his voice a low hum that resonated through the chamber. "His power… it is beyond comprehension."

Another Precursor, a being of crystalline form, his body composed of a latticework of shimmering crystals, nodded grimly. "His ability to devour… it is a weapon of unimaginable power. We underestimated him. Grossly."

The chamber fell silent. The Precursors, a civilization that had once ruled a vast expanse of the galaxy, had encountered countless threats, but none as terrifying as Oblivion. His ability to adapt, to grow, to evolve at an alarming rate, was unprecedented.

"We cannot allow him to remain," the energy being declared, his voice firm. "He is a threat to the very fabric of this universe. We must eliminate him."

"But how?" a voice, hesitant and filled with apprehension, piped up. "Our most potent weapons proved ineffective against him. "

The crystalline Precursor, his voice resonating with a chilling coldness, spoke. "We will utilize the Vanguard Cannon."

A collective gasp echoed through the chamber. The Vanguard Cannon, a weapon of last resort, a device of unimaginable power capable of tearing through planets. Its use was forbidden, deemed too dangerous, even for the Precursors.

"But the collateral damage…" the hesitant voice protested. "We will blow a hole in our planet."

"Necessity," the crystalline Precursor declared, his voice unwavering, "dictates drastic measures. The survival of our civilization outweighs the concerns of a single sector."

The other Precursors, though hesitant, understood the gravity of the situation. Oblivion was a threat unlike any they had ever faced. If left unchecked, he could potentially consume entire star systems, leaving behind nothing but a trail of destruction.

The decision was made. The Vanguard Cannon, a colossal weapon housed within a deep, subterranean cavern, was activated. A team of technicians, their faces grim, began the intricate process of arming the weapon.

Meanwhile, high above the devastated landscape, Oblivion surveyed the scene with a sense of satisfaction. He had proven his dominance, asserting his power over this alien world. But the incident had also ignited a new ambition within him. He craved more. He craved to explore the depths of the anteverse, to uncover its secrets, to understand the true extent of his own power.

As he prepared to leave, a tremor shook the ground. He looked towards the horizon, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. Something was amiss.

Suddenly, a blinding flash erupted from the depths of the planet, a searing wave of energy that washed over him. He shielded his eyes, his senses reeling. When he could see again, the landscape was transformed. The ground beneath him was torn asunder, a colossal chasm opening up, revealing the molten core of the planet.

From the depths of the chasm, a beam of pure energy erupted, a torrent of raw power that obliterated everything in its path. Oblivion, caught off guard, was thrown back by the force of the blast, his body slamming against the ground with a deafening thud.

He rose, his scales shimmering with a golden hue. The attack had been unexpected, powerful. But it had also angered him. This planet, this insignificant speck of dust in the vast expanse of the universe, dared to defy him?

He looked towards the source of the attack, his golden eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. The Vanguard Cannon, a weapon of immense power, was now within his sights.

With a chillingly deliberate movement, Oblivion launched himself towards the chasm, his body a blur of motion. He would destroy this weapon. He would make them pay for their insolence.

As he descended into the depths of the chasm, the air grew hotter, the pressure mounting. He ignored it, his focus unwavering. He would reach the Vanguard Cannon, he would destroy it, and he would make this planet pay for its defiance.

The journey was long, the heat intense. But it was nothing against Oblivion. He reached the chamber where the Vanguard Cannon was housed, a cavernous chamber filled with intricate machinery and humming with energy.

The Vanguard Cannon, a colossal weapon of immense scale, dominated the chamber. Its surface, shimmering with an eerie blue light, pulsed with raw energy.

Oblivion circled the weapon, his eyes scanning every inch of its surface. He used devour to dismantle the weapon and finally consume it.

The Precursors, observing the scene in horror, watched as their weapon of last resort was dismantled piece by piece. They had underestimated him. Grossly.

Oblivion, having rendered the Vanguard Cannon inoperable, turned his attention to the planet itself. He had tasted the lifeblood of this world, the rich, metallic essence flowing through its veins. And he craved more.

With a focused intent, he drew upon his immense power, channeling it through his third horn. The ground beneath him began to tremble, the very core of the planet shuddering under the immense pressure.

He would start with the core. He would devour the planet from within, consuming its metallic heart, growing stronger, more powerful with each passing moment.

Oblivion unleashed his ultimate weapon. He focused his energy, channeling it through his third horn, creating a miniature black hole. The gravity within the chamber intensified, pulling him towards the singularity.

The planet, already destabilized by his earlier actions, imploded. The core, exposed and unstable, was drawn into the black hole, a maelstrom of energy and matter. Oblivion, as the centre of this vortex was enjoying being able to feast on an entire planet.

The Precursors, anticipating his victory, had left a parting gift – a massive space bomb, designed to create a miniature black hole that would consume the entire sector.

Oblivion, caught off guard, was thrown back by the force of the explosion. The ground beneath him buckled and shattered, the very fabric of the planet tearing apart. He watched in fury as a miniature black hole began to form, its gravitational pull growing exponentially.

He knew he couldn't escape. The black hole would consume him, obliterating him from existence. But Oblivion was not one to go down without a fight. Drawing upon the immense power of his third horn, he unleashed a counter-blast of energy, attempting to disrupt the black hole's formation.

The two forces collided, a titanic struggle of cosmic energies. The black hole, fueled by the dying planet, grew stronger, threatening to engulf Oblivion. But Oblivion, drawing upon the very essence of the planet he had consumed, pushed back with all his might.

The ensuing struggle was a cataclysmic event. The black hole, destabilized by Oblivion's counter-force, began to tear itself apart. A chain reaction ensued, a cascade of energy that consumed both Oblivion and the nascent black hole, vanishing them both from existence..

The Precursors, witnessing the destruction of their world, felt a strange sense of… relief. They had failed to stop him, but they had ensured his destruction, or at least, his removal from this plane of existence.

The universe, once again, found itself in a state of flux, the echoes of the battle reverberating through the cosmos. The fate of Oblivion, the Devourer, remained shrouded in mystery, a chilling reminder of the unpredictable nature of the universe and the dangers that lurked within the shadows.