Eos did not want the Living Codex; the price for this upgrade was too much. After all that he had lost and was expecting to lose in the coming fight, he did not want to easily write off any life until he knew that he had no more choices to make but this one.
In the beginning, he had viewed the Primordial Record with fear and distrust, because he was not able to see through its abilities, but Eos now saw that, despite all of its powers and potential, this Singularity was unlike the World Stele, and the Primordial Record could as well be a child.
Of course, he would not say out loud this sentiment, or the Singularity would become irate, but Eos could not see any reason why it would willingly lay down its life even before it had the chance to live.
Eos still called the Singularity an it, but he would one day like to call it by a name that signified what it figured itself out to be.
So, Eos deliberately pushed it aside while focusing on creating his Incarnations and pushing forward his evolution, which now had a firm direction.
If everything went according to plan, this would be his final evolution, at least that is if he lost the battle. If he won, then in the future there was an assured possibility that he would continue his endless ascension and evolution, but for now, Eos had laid down all of his cards on the table and selected his greatest potential form until the end of this fight.
Thousands of years passed as the completion of his Incarnation reached thirty percent, and in all this time, the Singularity had been pushing Eos to acknowledge its evolution to the Living Codex, and finally, Eos opened his eyes, knowing he could no longer push back on this matter any longer.
He halted the creation of his Incarnation and slowly stood up. For more than a hundred thousand years, Eos had not risen from his throne, and now that he did, he almost wished that he could sigh in relief, but his body was perfect, and any memory from when his body would ache from such long stretches of inactivity was so deeply buried in the past it was almost non-existent.
Opening his palm, he called the Singularity, and the blue book appeared on his palm, shining like a star. To call it a book was underselling what it was when it resembled a carved gem with the light of the stars buried inside it.
Resting on his palm as he felt its warmth, memories flooded his mind, from the first moment he opened his eyes inside Trion until he was standing here, and through it all, there was a constant in his life, and it was this Singularity.
Perhaps it was designed to something that he would naturally gravitate towards, but the Singularity had proven to him in the past that being with him was a choice.
With the death of Rowan, the Singularity had the choice to choose anyone in its vicinity, but it had waited for Eos. The Singularity was his friend, and Eos had slowly come to realize this truth over the years.
The blue book pulsed in his palm, and Eos smiled, his happiness reaching his beautiful eyes. It had been a while since he could smile so deeply. "I can feel your resolve in all of your pages, but my mind is made up, and you can blame my Incarnation Rowan for taking this choice."
He sighed as he already knew the answer he was going to give. Eos looked up, his sight piercing past the Origin Realms and deep into Limbo. He could not see any of his enemies yet, but he could feel them.
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