What Abaddon felt was a moment of impact that pushed everything away.
And then everything went white.
Pure white.
To the point that he could not see anything else but white. No obsidian rivers of chaos. No flickering entropy. No probability spaces bending to his will. Just endless, perfect, serene whiteness that stretched in every direction without boundary or definition.
For the first time in eons beyond counting, THE Primordial Chaos felt himself floating in something that held no chaos at all.
He looked around, his form turning in the blankness as he searched for something, anything, that could orient him within this space. His hands rose before his face, and they were still his hands. His existence still felt like his existence. But the surroundings held nothing that his chaos could grasp or influence or understand.
"What...happened?"
His voice emerged into the whiteness and was swallowed without echo.
Behind him, footsteps approached with rhythm that felt familiar even though he could not immediately place why.
"You went out there for a second."
The voice belonged to someone he knew. Someone he trusted. Someone whose presence made the whiteness feel less empty and more like a space meant for rest rather than confusion.
"Are you okay?"
THE Secretive Eon came into view with smile that held warmth exceeding anything Abaddon had expected. Her features were kind. Her eyes held concern that seemed genuine. She moved toward him with grace that spoke of care rather than threat.
She helped him up.
He took her hand naturally, as if he had taken it many times before, as if this gesture was as familiar as breathing. Her palm was warm against his. Her grip was supportive without being controlling. She steadied him as he found his footing in the white expanse.
Abaddon scratched his head with his free hand, trying to recall what had brought him here.
"I could have sworn I was doing something critical. I just cannot remember what."
His brow furrowed with concentration that produced nothing but fog.
"Something with chaos. Something with unity."
The memories were there, he was certain of it. They lurked just beyond the edges of his awareness like shapes glimpsed through thick mist. He had been angry about something. He had been determined about something. He had been moving toward confrontation with purpose that had consumed his entire existence.
But the details refused to solidify.
His mind was foggy as if there was something clouding everything.
Luckily, THE Secretive Eon was here.
She nodded with understanding that suggested she had seen this confusion before, had helped others through similar moments of disorientation, had guided beings back to clarity when their own minds failed them.
But on her forehead, one could see beads of sweat as if...she was doing something that required a lot of exertion right now. As if she was lifting a lot of weight, and had to proceed carefully.
"You delved too much into chaos."
Her voice was soothing.
"We have so many paths before us, and if we focus on a single one, it can sometimes cause issues. But with chaos, many more things that werenโt possible before now have countless possibilities lying out before them."
She squeezed his hand gently.
"And remember, you are not alone. We... are never alone."

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