The cosmic proxy war raged for millennia, a self-perpetuating engine of suffering that fed upon itself. But for Yin, the game had lost its flavor. The whispers of his worshippers, the surges of negative energy—it was all becoming mundane.
The chessboard, once fascinating, now felt limiting. The true challenge, the only worthy opponent, was not the pieces, but the other player.
A quiet settled over the universe, more terrifying than the noise of battle. The Heralds of the End and the Children of Light, so used to divine whispers fueling their rage, found themselves suddenly… alone.
The constant flow of blessings and corruptions ceased. The war, for a moment, stalled in confusion.
In the void between galaxies, the two primordials faced each other.
