BOOM!!
The world didn't just break—it unmade itself.
Space folded inward like crumpled parchment. Time splintered into jagged fragments, each shard reflecting a different moment in history. The Endless Abyss convulsed, its boundaries stretching and snapping like overstressed rope.
Ning Yue stood at the eye of this storm, her emerald barrier flickering under the onslaught. The World Tree's roots dug deeper into reality, anchoring her against the unraveling cosmos.
Nian Shi hovered above, his silver robes fluttering in the nonexistent wind. His eyes—cold and calculating—narrowed as he observed Ning Yue's unwavering stance.
"Interesting," he mused, voice carrying across the chaos. "The World Tree shouldn't possess this much power after withering for so long."
His fingers twitched, plucking at invisible threads of time.
"Let's test that theory."
Nian Shi's attack came not as a single strike, but as a cascade of stolen authorities.
