The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1967

Chapter 1967: The Quest To End... End

The extinction of the Luminious was now possible. The last series of destruction that ravaged Existence had shaken their realm.

The Desolate Era they had always feared was coming for them, faster than they could imagine. These truths could no longer be denied.​With this in mind, in the next rebirth of Existence, the Luminious sent some of their members all across Existence.

They descended not as conquerors but as teachers.​They walked among the short-lived races, gods, immortals, mortals, and spoke with voices that tasted of dawn.​"Cease your striving," they said. "Power is an illusion. War is needless. Lay down your ambition, and live in harmony."

​However, their teaching fell on deaf ears. Wars and the chase for power continued. End came, as it was now inevitable.​In the next circle of rebirth, as time shifted forward, there were even some of the Luminous who entered the battlefields and, with a wave of their hand, ended conflicts across hundreds of Realities, sending ripples to every edge of Existence.​

With such a massive display of power, for the first time, war ended across Existence, and all of the lesser races stopped and began to listen to the words of the Luminious. No one had ever seen power like this, which made Existence, which was seen as infinite, so small.

But the Luminious did not understand that their efforts would only lead to the power of End growing stronger. They had never needed to survive and had never known fear of scarcity, of death, of irrelevance.

The beings they taught listened in awe, at first. Surely an omnipotent being must have lessons and wisdom that were unmatched and would answer all their problems, but they saw that they were wrong about their saviors. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Then resentment began to grow. To the starving, "cease striving" sounded like "accept hunger."To the oppressed, "lay down ambition" sounded like "remain enslaved."To the dying gods, "power is illusion" sounded like mockery from beings who had never felt their divinity fade.

The Luminious, in their invincibility, had essentially lost touch with how life was supposed to be.​

However, they were not fools; they acknowledged that they needed to do more after countless reports reached them about their lack of understanding.

And so, the Luminous tried different methods. Some of the most adventurous of the Luminious took mortal forms, living among the short-lived to learn their struggles. Curious about this change of state, multiple Luminious descended from beings of light into one of flesh and blood.

But even incarnate, their nature shone through. Crops grew abundantly around them without effort. Wounds healed at their touch. Death itself hesitated in their presence, and it did not matter that they took the forms of mortals; they were too beautiful and too perfect. Their immortality meant most of them mastered even the most obscure skills to levels that were unimaginable, and even in mortal bodies, they had no predators.

They could not teach lack; the Luminious could only demonstrate surplus. They could not teach peace when they could not experience strife; they could not teach humility and contentment when they were born with everything.

It was inevitable that rebellion followed. Races united in their combined jealousy of the Luminious; their attempts to reach the lesser lifeforms were seen as acts of mockery and not a desire to teach. The Power that they feared now seemed to be the thing that all races should pursue.

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