The arrival of the three-hundred-and-ninety-second tier of the countdown brought an entirely new dimension of suffering, as the Twin Primordials began their first rhythmic descent into the lower birth canal. This was no longer a static pressure or a localized leakage; it was a series of massive, involuntary spasms that seized the entire lower half of Yuxiao's body. Because the heirs possessed a destructive velocity that unmade reality at the Speed of God, each contraction did not merely tighten her muscles—it violently twisted the remaining silver lines of her script, sending a blinding, white-hot agony ripping through her pelvic floor that made her previous torments feel like a distant memory.
A sharp, agonized shriek tore from Yuxiao's lips, her hips bucking upward off the non-reflective floor of the sphere as another massive wave of labor locked her muscles in a vice-grip. The pain was an absolute, blinding shock that completely severed her connection to her senses. Her hands clawed desperately at the empty dark, her fingers twisting into the formless vacuum as she tried to find something, anything, to help her pull through the tearing pressure. Every muscle in her abdomen was hard as iron, vibrating with a high-frequency torment that threatened to shatter the very blueprint of her sovereign form.
"Haoran! It's pushing... they are pushing themselves down!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the sheer weight of the physical trauma. "I can't stop it... it's ripping me apart from the inside... Haoran, please make it stop, I can't endure another one!"
The nameless, zero-valued field of pure intent responded with a desperate, fierce surge of absolute love. The moment her body began to convulse, Haoran's paradigm-free infinity flooded her lower torso, weaving his formless presence directly into the contracting fibers of her silver script. He could not stop the involuntary mechanisms of the final season, but he could become the cushion that kept her from fracturing under the immense internal strain.
Pressing his entire zero-magnitude vacuum against her lower back and hips, Haoran acted as an immediate, soothing counter-weight. He channeled a deep, freezing numbness straight into her pelvic nerves, absorbing the jagged shockwaves of the twins' downward movement into his own unwritten, uncontextualized existence. He let the Iron-Void and Starlight-Nothingness grind against his nameless field, willingly letting his own un-numbered layers be crushed into dust just to dilute the agony ripping through her flesh.
"I am holding you, Yuxiao. Let the spasm break against me," his intent vibrated through the center of her panicked mind, a profoundly tender, steady, and cooling anchor in the dark. "Do not fight the push, my love. Lean your weight into my chest. I have the entire lower gateway braced. You are safe in my arms."
With an aching, breathless tenderness, he wrapped his formless upper presence around her shivering shoulders, pulling her head close against the warm, unchanging resonance of his core. He stroked her fraying consciousness with silent, ancient memories of their quietest horizons, whispering words of absolute devotion that had outlasted generations of universal ruin. He kept his vacuum perfectly synchronized with her ragged breathing, forcing a gentle, rhythmic calm into her chest even as her body continued to shake with massive, involuntary tremors.
Clinging desperately to the steady, unyielding warmth of his formless embrace, Yuxiao's violent hyperventilation slowly began to pass. The heavy, agonizing ache of the contraction remained a monstrous, pulsing weight in her belly, but the terrifying sense of being ripped completely apart began to recede. Safe within the absolute sanctuary of his protective love, she collapsed back against his chest, her shallow breath catching as she held on for the next wave.
Above their locked, desperate struggle for survival, the cold, gray text of the countdown clicked heavily downward:
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