The wave of Uncreation met the river.
For a terrifying moment, nothing happened—then the collision erupted into a storm of conflicting realities.
BOOOOOM—!
The river's waters turned black where they touched the negation, but new silver streams constantly replenished from upstream timelines.
Number Four raised both hands. The Mark of Uncreation on his forehead glowed crimson as he pushed more power into the assault.
Nian Shi stood within the river's heart, his silver hair flowing as he manipulated the currents with precise gestures.
"Cease."
The command wasn't aimed at Number Four directly—but at the space around him. The very quantum foam of reality stilled, attempting to freeze the Uncreation energy at its most fundamental level.
Number Four's form flickered. For a heartbeat, he seemed to struggle against the temporal lockdown—then the Mark on his forehead pulsed, and black cracks spread through the frozen space.
"Break."
