Eos was experiencing the sensation of knowing nothing for the fourth time in his life as he stood here.
To intercept Death had not been difficult, even though Eos did not understand how to utilize the lower dimensions before now, which he called the Proto-Dimensions; he was familiar with them, and he only needed to watch Death fumble with the creation of this road to begin to decipher the truth.
Eos had been able to use his knowledge of the second dimension to pursue Death up to this point, and even as Death fled, he continued tracking him, and learning everything that he could, until the entire technique that Death had used to harvest Origin Force from the past entered his consciousness.
This was one of the greatest secrets that had been taken away from him and all of Existence, including the Ancient Primordials, and that was the power that was inherent in the first and second dimensions.
Eos recalled the battle between the Golem and the Ancient Primordials. It was not as if the Primordials were weaker than the enemy, even though they had the weirdly powerful concept of silence.
The truth was that they could not even hit the construct, and its attack was untraceable and indefensible. It tore through the barriers of the Primordials like a hot knife through snow, and Eos was now realizing that the Golem must have been using the principles of the second dimension in this battle.
Perhaps the reason the concept of silence wielded by the Golem was so powerful was that it was more complete than what the rest of Existence was using. It was taking a concept that was lower than the third dimension and integrating it with its abilities.
Eos did not know how to do this; no one else in Existence did; and even Death, which had been enjoying the benefits of being able to touch and wield the power of the second dimension, did not understand the concept behind it.
Remembering how he had offered Death a chance to place a part of its Origin inside his second dimension if the Beast would ally with him, Eos nearly laughed at how he had nearly made a great mistake and given up his treasures for cheap.
Even though he did not know the full use of his first and second dimensions, Eos understood that they had great importance, and at that time, he needed allies because the Primordials seemed like insurmountable mountains, and Death had refused his offer.
Some disappointments could indeed be blessings in disguise.
Shattering this space that he had created by branching off his second dimension, this piece of his consciousness returned to his main body, and Eos closed his eyes in thought.
When he opened it, he stood up from the Hall of Primordials, leaving them to analyze the battle that had just happened, and he returned to his throne of stone.
With a wave of his hand, Eos created a field of time around him that grounded the flow of time to a halt.
He had copied the technique from Death, but this did not mean that he understood everything it was doing. He had simply gained a key, and now it was up to him to understand how to use this key to open the locks it was not meant to open.
Anyone else would face an impossible task if they attempted to do this. They were not aware of the power of the second dimension, nor could they touch it.
Eos was aware of the second dimension; he could touch it, but he was a new and inexperienced baker with all the ingredients in hand, and he had no recipe, and he had been able to steal one recipe by chance.

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