There was a difference between knowing that there was a possibility of death for a Primordial and seeing this happen in front of them. They all sensed Noctis’ final cries; his voice at the end had reached beyond Existence, into a place that none of the Primordials could sense, and yet, it did not seem to help him; he still fell, and his remains became stars.
Primordials were never meant to die, at least not in such an abrupt manner that the possibility of resisting was useless. There were levels to power, and it was a fascinating process to see when Eos finally revealed some of the distinctions. A fascinating process... but it did not make it any less scary.
A ripple passed through the ranks of the Primordials as Eos looked down from the sky and said,
"I will ask only once. Step forward. Name yourself Architect. Return the privilege of my Origin that you stole, and I will let you fall into the kind darkness you crave. There will be no unmaking of your souls inside the Temple, only a permanent exile from my light that you once swore to tend. This is the greatest mercy I can afford any of my enemies. I shall kill you again, but you won’t die as a Primordial of my Origin Realms."
The silence stretched with the weight of Eos’s words and from the gathering of Primordials whose radiances shone like suns, one of the suns drifted downward, drawing an uncomfortable ripple among the Primordials.
A member of the third generation of New Primordials, the Primordial of Dawn’s Whispered Oath was the one who descended, wings folding tight against her back as though ashamed of their own glow. Her aura, once seamless rose-gold, now showed thin cracks of ink running through it like veins of oil in water.
She was revealing the power of the Architect that ran through her body without holding back. What gave the Architects power in the Origin Realms was their belief that Eos could not kill them when they became one of his Primordials, and so with their superior talent, they quickly rushed to reach the ninth-dimensional level and be seeded inside his Origin Land.
They had been smart about the methods they used, ensuring that they paced their advancements so it did not look too suspicious, but what they did not know was that Eos had the method to kill the Architects more than fifty million years ago, after he killed Noctis multiple times.
It was a mistake for the Architects to believe that Eos would not be able to figure out a way to break the hold of a Primordial’s Origin on his essence when he had reached the fifth layer of one of the Ancient Origins and his understanding of space had exceeded any being to ever be born.


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