Number Four wasn't just resisting the River of Time—it was consuming it. The Uncreation being transformed into a massive black hole that devoured the silver waters, swallowing epochs and eras into absolute nothingness.
Nian Shi's composure shattered. "Impossible! Nothing can consume the source of time itself!"
Yet the evidence was before him. The River of Time was being drained, its mighty currents vanishing into the void that was Number Four. The Mark of Uncreation blazed like a dark sun, pulsing with terrifying hunger.
"Yin... what have you created?" Nian Shi whispered, genuine alarm in his voice for the first time.
He stopped holding back. Silver light erupted from him as he poured his entire being into maintaining the River. "I am time! You cannot unmake what I am!"
