"Ugh...!"
The palm descended.
Not falling, but arriving.
There was no wind in the Void, yet space groaned and screamed, cosmic radiance burst outward in fractal torrents, each ray splitting law, matter, and probability alike. Whatever existed between palm and Void did not shatter.
It was unwritten.
The Yang Faction Great Lord reacted first.
A vortex bloomed behind him, an emergency scar carved into pre-existence itself void, and he hurled himself into it without hesitation. Pride meant nothing when extinction threatened. The vortex sealed instantly, erased as if it had never dared exist.
The remaining three did not flee.
They caught the palm.
It buckled.
Three colossal figures braced themselves against impossible pressure, divine frames groaning as their authority shaking the heavens instinctively. Teeth ground, veins of law ignited beneath skin forged from epochs.
They exchanged glances.
Not confidence.... Shock!
