SHLICK!
Yin was severed in two.
He looked down, his cosmic eyes wide with a disbelief so profound it transcended understanding. The connection to the Chasm wavered. He could feel the vast power of the Ember of Silence, the authority of Uncreation, rapidly leaking out of the clean cut, dissipating like smoke.
The silent roar of the Chasm behind him began to fade.
"You... you cannot..." Yin gasped, his form flickering violently. The two halves of his body struggled to cohere. "You cannot exist without me... I am the balance... without Uncreation... your creation... is meaningless... chaos..."
Yun Lintian stood over the bisected primordial, the Heaven Sunderer held firmly in his trembling hands. His own body was flickering, his core almost completely extinguished. But his voice, when it came, was mercilessly clear and firm.
