The chronological leakage expanded. Having tasted the raw momentum of the first ten chapters, the twins' prenatal gravity adjusted its focus, locking onto the remaining chapters of the Foundational Era. The destination was clear: the early landscapes where Haoran and Yuxiao had first forged their resilience.
The unformatted white fractures across Haoran's silhouette began to glow with a dull, familiar heat. The memory of the Iron Desert—the brutal, scorching terrain of Chapters 11 through 50—was targeted next.
This was the arena where they had first mastered the primitive elements of Obsidian and Silver, surviving through pure, unyielding grit before they ever touched cosmic supremacy. As the twins siphoned this specific block of the timeline, the conceptual density of the desert vanished from Haoran's foundation. The phantom heat of the iron sands, the grueling victories over early terrors, and the scars that had built his initial martial defense were wiped from his ledger.
Without the defensive foundation of the Iron Desert chapters, Haoran's shadow-chassis lost its rigidity. The outward pressure of the growing twins began to warp his flat form, bending his silhouette outward like a bow under immense tension.
Yuxiao felt the shift instantly. The temperature within the Womb-Gate Horizon plummeted into an unnatural, absolute cold because the heat of their early struggles was being compressed directly into the twins' fetal cores. "The desert is gone," she whispered, her eyes tracking the liquid silver script as it turned into a harsh, metallic gray within her veins. "Haoran, the children are building their skin from our first survival."
Haoran did not allow himself to warp completely. Though he no longer possessed the defensive grit of those forty chapters, he still held the Covenant of Chapter 100. He used the Threads of the Absolute to bind his warping silhouette to the very concept of Yuxiao's survival, turning his remaining history into a localized vice that refused to break.
The Starlight Princess and the Iron Prince grew heavier, their forms absorbing the dense, metallic logic of the early desert. The countdown in the bleached air vibrated against the cosmic silence, dropping once more: 454 chapters remain.