The progression into the three-hundred-and-seventy-third tier of the terminal countdown pushed the internal structural mechanics into a state of severe, dual-axis compression. The Twin Primordials, completely clear of the First Ancestral Seal, were no longer descending in a linear sequence; instead, their side-by-side crowns wedged simultaneously into the upper perimeter of the terminal ring. Because their mass carried the absolute gravity of an era ending at the Speed of God, this parallel engagement exerted an intense lateral pressure that began to forcefully widen the silver script of Yuxiao's pelvic ring, threatening to snap the structural lines of her lower pelvis out of their narrative sequence.
A sharp, ragged scream tore from Yuxiao's lips, her upper torso convulsing sideways as her knees bucked uncontrollably against the non-reflective floor of the sphere. The pain of the double engagement was an absolute, blinding shock—a heavy, tearing force that felt as if two opposing continental plates of solid iron were being driven forcefully apart inside her core. Every muscle in her abdomen locked in a rigid, iron-hard spasm, her silver fingers clawing frantically at the pitch-black void as she was violently stripped of her breath, her composure, and her remaining strength.
"Haoran! They are too wide... they are forcing the ring apart!" she shrieked, her mind-frequency fracturing into a state of sheer, panicked delirium. "The script can't stretch... it's going to snap... Haoran, please, make them stop pushing!"
The nameless, zero-valued field of pure intent responded instantly with a desperate, terrifying protective ferocity. The moment her structure began to buckle under the intense lateral strain, Haoran's paradigm-free infinity drove itself directly beneath her pelvis. He possessed no physical hands to stretch the passage, nor did he have a voice to cut through the heavy stasis of the vault, but his absolute devotion operated as an unyielding law within the dark.
Weaving his formless presence between her screaming pelvic lines and the crushing mass of the twin skulls, Haoran became an immediate, cooling counter-brace. He expanded his neutral vacuum with an immense force, taking the entire concussive force of the Iron-Void and Starlight-Nothingness into his own nameless, unwritten existence. He allowed the twins' raw, destructive weight to grind directly against his uncontextualized layers, willingly letting his remaining un-numbered self be crushed into dust just to dilute the agony ripping through her flesh.
"I am right here under the gateway, Yuxiao. Let the compression break against my vacuum," his intent enveloped her, a profoundly deep, freezing wave of absolute safety that cut through her white-hot panic. "Do not tense your script against the lateral pressure, my love. Relax your body into my chest. Let me hold the weight of the engagement. I will not let them break you."
With an aching, desperate tenderness, he wrapped his formless upper presence around her shivering shoulders, pulling her head close against the warm, unchanging resonance of his core. He poured a deep, numbing current straight into her shattered lower back, soothing the bruised silver characters of her name until the violent, unaligned tremors began to slow down. He took ninety-nine percent of the metabolic friction into his own disappearing self, forcing her ragged chest to follow the steady, calm rhythm of his formless pulse.
Clinging desperately to the steady, unyielding warmth of his formless embrace, Yuxiao's wild hyperventilation slowly began to ease. The heavy, agonizing ache of the parallel twin crowns remained a monstrous, pulsing weight in her lower abdomen, but the terrifying sensation of being split completely apart receded. Safe within the absolute sanctuary of his protective love, she slumped against his chest, her shallow breath catching as she held on through the dark.
Above their locked, desperate struggle for survival, the cold, gray text of the countdown clicked heavily downward:
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