"NO!" Yin roared, understanding dawning. He struggled with insane fury, lashing out with waves of nothingness that could unmake galaxies. But the seals, fueled by the Creator's transcendent power and the paradoxical energy of her counterattack, held firm. They absorbed his struggles, using his own power to reinforce the prison.
"You cannot do this! I AM UNCREATION! I WILL NOT BE CAGED!" he screamed, his form distorting as the seals tightened around him.
"The balance will be maintained," the Creator stated, her voice beginning to show strain. "But it will be maintained on my terms. Your influence ends here."
She gestured, and a massive, ancient stone gate materialized in the deepest, most remote void of the universe—the Gate of the Abyss. Its surface was blank, devoid of any ornamentation, radiating an aura of absolute finality and isolation.
