Many thoughts were passing through the minds of those spectating this battle, and although the Primordials had been halted, this only drew attention to the gigantic anomaly present inside Existence, the Golem.
In the final days, all the hidden powers had begun baring their fangs and revealing themselves, and this Golem seemed to just be the tip of the unknown wave that was rising from the past to drown the present.
Nyxara, bleeding and furious, blasted her way out of the void, returning back to the battlefield. She had not bothered healing her wounds as she rapidly strived to return, and when she did, she was greeted with the sights of her siblings shattered across Existence, and Vorthas screaming in pain as he was bled to death.
Her disgust and anger were profound because, as she expected, they were all useless, all of them, and her anger came from the fact that the Golem had hurt her siblings, but all of these were surface damages.
Take, for instance, Vorthas, who was pinned against the fabrics of Existence. He may be suffering terrible pain, but he was barely losing any core essence, and what he was losing were the undigested essence in his body, and from this rate of loss, it was unknown who would perish first, Existence of old age or Vorthas.
This Golem was playing with them, and Nyxara had endured enough of this mockery.
The Ancient Primordials were fighting with most of their powers kept aside; even when they were battling Death, they had not used the entirety of their powers, because they knew they were being watched, and unleashing the full might of their strength was foolish.
Throughout this battle, they were battling with at most a thousand stacks of Origin Force, which could be seen as fusing a thousand Primordial Forces into one form. Even though they were capable of much more, there was no need to unleash all of that power.
Now that Nyxara was no longer feeling the need to hold back after the repeatedly failure and embarrassment, in addition to the loss of her prey, her hybrid wing flared to its brightest, most desperate intensity, and all of Existence began to shake.
Inside the Origin Realms, Eos gestured, and his Destroyer erupted from its sleeping position and plugged itself beside him.
Eos did not know what move Nyxara may attempt next, but whatever happens, he could not let Death die at her hands, and he would step forward if this Golem proved unable to stop her.
The power from Nyxaraβs body kept growing until it was almost as if it did not have a limit, and the Golem slowly turned its faceless head toward her. For the first time, the vertical slit in its face widened slightly, as a hairline fracture became a narrow, glowing abyss.
All of the screaming faces on its crown became quiet as the countless trillions of faces turned to Nyxara. Something about the aura of the Golem changed instantly, and even from the Origin Realms, Eos could feel it.


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