The name hung in the air—'Spark of Chaos'—a secret so profound that even the universe itself seemed to hold its breath. It was the rumored core of the Creator's power, the first ember from which all creation had been kindled, a fragment of her original, unbound self before she shaped the cosmos.
Yin's mocking smile vanished. His expression, for the first time, truly faltered. The amusement in his dark eyes was replaced by intense, scrutinizing focus. He took a single, silent step forward, the air around him growing deathly still.
"What did you say?" Yin's voice was a low whisper, devoid of its previous taunting tone, now filled with a dangerous, hungry curiosity.
"The Spark of Chaos," Nian Shi repeated, meeting Yin's gaze unflinchingly. "The source of her primacy. I have it. I will exchange it for your assistance in breaking this barrier."
