The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2099

Chapter 2099: The Painter

Eos saw every version of him that had ever existed across all possible realities. Most had failed. Most had watched their children and families die. Most had been devoured by the Primordials, or corrupted by End, or simply faded when the last light went out. But one version, the one standing here, on the edge of the Tenth, had done something none of the others had.

He had looked beyond what none of the others had dared to search for.

It was not as if he had not lost anyone; he had lost as much as they had, but he had never stopped looking for the truth. Most of the other selves had not acquired the Will of Truth, and even the few that did, inevitably left it to the side as they pursued power.

They had forgotten that the power that they pursued had been tainted from the beginning, and in their hubris, they did not check again and again to be assured that the power they thought they controlled was just a sham.

He did not know why he was able to see his other selves when he could not do the same for the rest, but he thought it must be because he was here outside the ninth dimension and looking in.

Basically, he was looking at multiple Existences standing side by side, but his perception was still too weak, and he could only observe himself.

This was also a truth that had been lost from Existence, as he realized that the Beast of Final Rest did not just reach into the past, but he also reached across these other parallel existences.

The thought of something like this was so stunning that Eos could not even comprehend it for a few moments.

He shifted his perception to search for the Beast, and he found it and also the road that the Beast had been offered. It was a corrupted thread leading deeper into the Tenth, toward a throne made of every ending that had ever been refused.

The Beast was already crawling along that thread, broken and leaking, but growing stronger with every desperate inch, and the Beast would have been much stronger than it was if not for the interference of Eos, who planted the seed of the truth inside its heart.

However, behind the Beast, he saw Nyxara’s hunger, which resembled a black flame that would eventually consume the entire painting if left unchecked. This flame was pursuing the Beast, and it was pushing it towards only one direction... End.

Now Eos was able to observe the true form of End, and yet its form was still vague, but if he had not gained the experience of observing Existence from its smallest state to its largest, then he would not have been able to figure out what he was looking at.

The truth was that End was not a force as he had first believed, nor was it a being with malicious intention born from the madness of a tortured god; this was what a lower-dimensional being would interpret End as, but here, he saw End as what it was... it was the blank space between every brushstroke.

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