"UGH!"
Nian Shi's grunt echoed through the void as the dark spear pinned him to fractured spacetime. Silver blood—the essence of time itself—dripped onto the nothingness below. The humiliation burned deeper than any wound.
But then, something shifted.
The panic in Nian Shi's eyes vanished, replaced by an ancient, glacial coldness. The air around him thickened, vibrating with suppressed power.
"That's enough."
The word carried the weight of dead universes.
Nian Shi's hand closed around the spear shaft. Black cracks spread from his grip as the weapon of Uncreation began to dissolve. Number Four's impassive facade finally flickered—a hint of surprise in the void-like eyes.
With a sound like shattering crystal, the spear exploded into fragments of devoured light. Nian Shi stood free, his shoulder wound sealing instantly as local time reversed—not around Number Four, but within Nian Shi's own body, bypassing the nullification field.
