Watching Nyxara being blasted back by the Golem, the Ancient Primordials went grim. If Nyxara could not even budge this unknown entity, then trying to do so by themselves was foolishness, but their prey was still here before them, and it was on its last breath. How could they allow Death to escape?
Although the Ancient Primordials had been able to harvest a lot of Origin Force from Death, all of that was just rootless strength. If the embodiment of Death still remained alive, then the Origin Forces they had consumed would not entirely be their own, and they would not be able to digest them.
If the Beast had been like the Ancient Primordials of before, who only gathered Origin Forces inside its body and wielded all that power like a hammer, instead of with true control, then every Origin Force that had been torn out of its body would belong to the Ancient Primordials.
However, the Beast had completely digested the powers of the previous Deaths, making them its own, until there was no way to distinguish their Origin Force from its own.
Since that was the case, the only way the Ancient Primordials would win was if the Beast were to fall. All of the Origin Force they had stolen would belong to them, and they would merge it with their powers. With what they had harvested from Death, at most it would just nourish their bodies, but every time they used the power they stole, it could not be able to be recovered, until the Origin Forces of Death inside of them would be exhausted.
Xyris would become the Primordial of Time and Death, Vorthas would be the Primordial of Life and Death, and this would be how they would grow stronger, as well as Nyxara, who would become the Primordial of whatever she was becoming. Still, this distinction would only last for a while, and as long as the Beast remained alive, then these expended Origin Force would return back to it.
More than anything, the core of an Origin power wanted to return to itself in order to be complete. It was the reason the Incarnations of the Ancient Primordials could not leave Eosah’s Reality, and as long as Death was alive, the Origin power inside them would always be fighting them for control.
The five Ancient Primordials glanced at each other, and they attacked. Their target was directed at the Golem, but in truth, their true intentions were to kill Death. Whatever consciousness was inside this Golem, it was wise as well, and stepped past Death, firmly safeguarding the Beast behind it.
"Step aside or face our wrath," Xylos roared and unleashed a storm of abyssal demons, which were billions of parasitic horrors born from his own shredded flesh. Each of them was as large as dimensional clusters, and they were ravenous plagues that could devour anything; they swarmed the Golem, burrowing, corrupting, screaming.
Xylos did not think this would be able to stop this creature that had effortlessly blocked Nyxara’s technique, but it could serve as a distraction for them to go for the kill.
The Golem’s only reply was to raise one monolithic arm, and time seemed to freeze around it. The parasitic horrors born from Xylos’ blood simply stopped. Every parasitic entity froze mid-motion, then crumbled into fine gray ash that drifted away as though it had never contained demonic will.


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