Swoosh—
Yin didn't dodge. He didn't block. He simply raised his hand, palm open, in a casual, almost dismissive gesture.
A wave of pure Uncreation erupted from his palm. It wasn't an energy blast; it was the absence of everything. It was the antithesis of the Blade of Eternity. Where the blade carried all of time, this wave carried the end of time. Where the blade enforced order, this wave enforced absolute nullity.
The two primordial forces met.
There was no sound.
There was only a silent, catastrophic unmaking.
The clash didn't create an explosion; it created a void. A sphere of absolute nothingness expanded from the point of contact, swallowing light, sound, space, and the frozen time itself.
The effect on the Land of Beyond Heaven was instantaneous and apocalyptic.
