Mingyu, the God of Death in this timeline, waved a dismissive hand. His dark eyes never left Yun Lintian.
"I know why you're here, Seed of Fate." His voice carried the weight of countless extinguished lives. "But the answers you seek cannot be found in my domain."
Yun Lintian pointed the Heaven Sunderer at the God of Death, its edge humming with restrained power. The River of Forgetfulness stilled completely, as if holding its breath.
"You're the God of Death," Yun Lintian said coldly. "You must have a way."
Mingyu didn't flinch. His dark eyes studied Yun Lintian with an ancient, knowing gaze.
"I sense the legacy of Death within you," he spoke calmly. "And the touch of Time. Yet despite possessing such power, you come to me?"
A pause. Then—
"Tell me, Seed of Fate—if even you cannot bring back the dead, what makes you think I can?"
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
