"Let's begin then…" Void moved, Nameless groaned as it's four holed opened as the origin of fire was wrapped around it.
There was no roar, no declaration, no dramatic wind-up. The moment the words left his mouth, space behind him collapsed inward as if reality itself had been dragged forward by his will. Darkness folded, Death layered atop it, Devouring coiled between both, Creation shaping the structure while Oblivion erased the excess. Five Origins merged into a single, seamless motion.
His fist came forward.
Not fast.
Not slow.
It simply arrived.
The pressure alone shattered the sixth layer of space, cracks racing outward like veins across glass. Entire star clusters in the lower layers imploded from the backlash, their matter crushed into nothing before sound could even exist.
Shen Ye didn't move.
Void's fist stopped.
Exactly one Mythological Unit from Shen Ye's face.
Again.
