Yun Lintian finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. "You're not leaving today."
Rip—
Before Nian Shi could respond, Number Four moved. The Spear of Emptiness thrust forward—not at Yun Lintian, but at the temporal pathways Nian Shi had been preparing for his escape.
The attack consumed not just space, but the very possibility of departure.
Nian Shi's anger turned to icy rage. "You think trapping me here will benefit you? Fool! That thing will kill us both!"
Even as he spoke, he was already analyzing the dimensional seals Yun Lintian had erected. They were surprisingly sophisticated—woven with both creation and uncreation energy in a way that made them resistant to temporal manipulation.
Number Four advanced, its form shifting between solidity and void. The Mark of Uncreation on its forehead pulsed rhythmically, each beat causing reality to flicker and destabilize.
