Super God Academy: Kabuto

Lin Yu's figure, clad in black, vanished like a drop of ink falling back into the pool of eternal night, silently dissolving and merging back into the backdrop of this eternal "nothingness." Ling Yue remained standing still, the moonlight flowing around her creating a contradictory yet stable balance with this all-consuming void, as if she were the only "existence" allowed in this deathly silence.

"You didn't go out?" Lin Yu, dressed in black, spoke, his voice seemingly coming from beneath an ancient layer of ice, adding a substantial weight to the absolute silence.

"No." Lingyue turned her head slightly, her silver hair flowing with a faint light, reflecting her expressionless profile. "I've had enough fun. Outside..." She paused, her gaze seemingly piercing through an invisible barrier, catching glimpses of surging stars and raging war, before finally uttering a light, understated whisper, "It seems there's nothing new."

Her tone was as light as a feather, and her eyes, which reflected the endless starry sky, were like the calmest and deepest lake, clearly reflecting the silence on the person in front of her that was heavier and more ancient than the nothingness itself.

"Hmm." Lin Yu responded with a short, crisp syllable, like a stone thrown into an abyss, expecting nothing and receiving no response. He remained silent, simply standing still, his dark eyes seemingly unfocused, yet also as if piercing through layers of reality and nothingness, firmly anchored on an absolute coordinate that only he could perceive, concerning the essence of spacetime and the flow of cause and effect.

Lingyue gazed at him quietly for a moment, her gaze not one of inquiry, but rather a silent companionship and confirmation. After a long while, she spoke again, her voice extremely soft, as if afraid to disturb some more fragile balance in this emptiness, or the unfathomable emotions of the person before her:

"The crack... is about to open."

She didn't need to specify which crack it was; they understood each other implicitly.

"If they... really flood in," Lingyue's gaze drifted to a certain direction in the void, where ominous tearing and whispering sounds, audible only to her, seemed to emanate, "the existing 'dams'... might not be able to hold them back."

The "they" she refers to are clearly defined as that pure malice and nothingness that even darkness itself conceives for.

"You're not going out..." Ling Yue turned her gaze back to Lin Yu's seemingly calm face. Her tone was still pleading, even tinged with a lazy curiosity, yet she asked the most cruel question, "Should we deal with this first? While there's still time, plug up some of the gaps?"

Lin Yu slowly, extremely slowly, shook his head. This movement, in the absolute stillness of nothingness, failed to stir even the slightest disturbance in the airflow.

"No." His voice was flat, without any inflection, showing neither hesitation born of responsibility nor ripples of emotion caused by danger. It was the tone of stating an ultimate truth:

"Death is inevitable."

He paused slightly, as if to provide a clearer explanation for this cruel law of the universe.

"In the short term, the truly 'high-end' combat power in the Void is still blocked behind a deeper veil and cannot come over for the time being." His gaze seemed to sweep across the star map of the known universe, passing over the flames that were burning or about to burn, "Right now, the only ones who can barely cause some trouble... Hua Ye is dead. The Triangular Sphere, and those few hiding in the shadows, thinking they can stir up trouble... them,"

His tone contained neither contempt nor blind optimism, but rather a cold judgment, devoid of all emotion, drawn from countless observations, deductions, and even firsthand experience of similar cycles:

"We can handle it."

As the words fell, the void returned to absolute silence. Lingyue no longer asked any questions, but instead turned her gaze back to the invisible "crack" in the distance. In the depths of her silver eyes, moonlight flowed, as if she were silently calculating the subtle and cruel countdown between collapse and perseverance.