The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2100

Chapter 2100: What Was Stolen

The only thing that saved him here was due to the experience he had gained from fighting opponents that were vastly more powerful than him over the course of eons, from a mortal to a higher-dimensional immortal.

Eos allowed himself to fade back into the painting, and he could do this very quickly just because the road he had just walked, which was the fusion of first and second dimensions, was the only path that allowed any being inside Existence to step outside the painting long enough to understand the true face of Existence.

Eos staggered backward along the road. The moment he retreated, the Tenth Dimension folded away like a book snapping shut.

The ninth, eighth, seventh... all collapsed back into lower layers until he stood once more on the grounds of Existence above the Ten Thousand Origin Realms, where a great battle that involved primordial level combatants was raging, but no one saw his figure, and everything and everyone just seemed to slide around him without their knowledge.

He had entered the tenth dimension and emerged above his Origin Realms, and this had happened just because of the intent he had in his head when he was escaping.

Like this, he had just quietly discovered another power of the tenth dimension, and that was instantaneous travel.

Even with his speed that should rank among the best in all of Existence, it had taken him more than twenty thousand years to travel to the edge of Existence, and he crossed all that distance when he was returning in the blink of an eye.

It may have appeared that he had escaped without any issue from the painter, a tenth-dimensional being, as his body was unchanged. Not a single new scar. Yet he felt ancient. Older than the first painting of Existence itself.

This was not a natural state, at least for him. Before he made this journey outside of Existence, Eos could feel that his soul and mindset were becoming cleaner and more vibrant as if the weight of time was being erased from his body the older he became, but now, it seemed as if all of that progress was lost, as if something had been taken from him.

He felt old, and this was not a matter of his lifespan, even as he stood here, he could feel the number of years he would live growing nearly exponentially as his Origin Ouroboros Serpents consumed the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record, but something that had always been his own which he gained by his actions over the years had just been taken away from him, and he was frustrated because he did not know what it was, and yet it seemed to be very important.

Eos looked down at his hand; it was trembling, and he squeezed his fist tight. "No matter what I lost, it was a worthy exchange," He whispered to the void, voice hoarse with the weight of what he had seen. "I know what you are now. I have seen your hand, and from this point forward, nothing would ever remain the same. Your biggest mistake was to allow me to survive the first contact I had with you."

Looking into the distance as if he was looking outside of Existence, and he could as well be, because when the eyes were open, it could never truly be fully closed, Eos descended into his Origin Realms, to rest and ponder on all he had just discovered.

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