"ARRGHHH!!!"
The screams from Noctis were spine-chilling as Eos broke the barriers in his mind and shattered all the defenses he had set in place. The dimension of Memory for every Primordial was tied to their Origin Essence, and therefore it was impregnable unless a power greater than the Primordial’s control over Origin was used, and even then it was a difficult process.
All Origin Essences were unique and hence had various strengths and weaknesses, and it was impossible for another Primordial to mentally dominate another Primordial because their Origin Essence could completely accommodate all the variations in the essence of the other Primordial, even if they were weaker.
Eos did not have that problem; he had multiple Origin Forces that he had already mastered to the fourth level, and he also had access to the Origin of Screaming Void, and so he was aware of every strength and weakness of the Primordial.
Noctis’s defenses were valiant, and he had placed several unique structures in his memories that Eos had never seen before. If he ever doubted the status of Noctis as a member of the Architects, then those doubts had been thrown aside. The structures he saw in his memories were so alien that they could not have possibly emerged from any Reality in this Existence.
The defenses broke before his Wills in a fraction of a nanosecond. Trillions of battles were fought in this moment, and Eos won them all until he reached the core of Noctis.
The Primordial of Screaming Void had been screaming all this time, and his cries of plea had long transformed into ones of anger and disdain. Eos reached the last barrier in his mind, and suddenly, Noctis’ tone changed. No longer screaming or cursing, he became calm. It was as if the Noctis they had been presented with all this time was a facade, and now they were seeing the real person.
"You are killing me, Eos," he calmly said, "Tell me, have any single actions I made gone against the code that you uphold? The things I have not mentioned to you were knowledge that was denied to this body, and now you are killing me for something that was never my fault."
Eos blinked, "Stop resisting my action, and your essence loss would end. I only come for your memories, and you would be foolish to think this is not the path I would always take, knowing your history."
Noctis sighed, "You would never get what you want. The plans in my head are important, and you are too close to this matter to judge it dispassionately. You are many things, Eos, but your single greatest weakness is clear:" Noctis eyes glanced towards the Primordials behind him. "When the time comes to make the right choice, you shall stumble, and the enemy will take advantage."
Eos did not reply to him; instead, he increased the power of his consciousness, and Noctis gasped in shock as Rowan’s mind, in the shape of a spear, pierced into his consciousness and began drinking up all the information.
"Damn you," Noctis growled and detonated what was left of his Origin, and he crumbled to dust in Eos’s hand.
Eos turned to the Primordials behind him, and his gaze settled on Sheba, who had tears falling down her face, "I had no choice, he was going to be..." he paused and opened his eyes in surprise, and he clutched his stomach in anger and astonishment as he felt power leaving him.

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