The World Stele could not stop the Undying, true to his name he endured far past what even a perfect eye of a Primordial could not. Despite his grievous injuries that while under the sealing power of the World Stele could not heal, he refused to stop moving, his Will was an unquenchable flame, and it did not matter the barriers that were placed in front of him, he would never stop moving forward.
Every part of his body was a weapon as he drilled through space, his Will and bloodline creating phantom flashes of green light that were both enrapturing and incredibly intense. He broke past barrier after barrier, pushing through a reality that had become entirely fully sealed, and in the perception of the World Stele, there was a faint sense of panic, everything of this being here was an affront to its will.
"You cannot stop me, for I am your end."