With all of these in mind, Nyxara understood that the only way they were going to win... that she was going to win, was by using a blitzkrieg strategy.
The Ancient Primordial of Souls would quickly kill everything before it had the chance to create any new and unexpected variation in this battle.
Nyxara believed that their greatest threat did not come from the Temple of End or Enoch, but Eos.
He may not show it, but Nyxara had killed many people, and she knew when she saw a lack of fear. Eos no longer feared the Ancient Primordials.
If this were someone else, then she would believe that this was caused by foolishness, but this was Eos, a being that had been carefully designed to break the curse of Enoch himself... there was nothing simple about him, and if he was showing no fear, it meant he had confidence and his greatest confidence came from time... it came from the knowledge that it given enough time he would grow stronger than everyone.
Nyxara could no longer deny this fact, even if the rest of her siblings were hiding from the truth. Eosโs Incarnation Rowan had fought with all of them and created the Origin Realms, and that was one fucking Incarnation.
Rumors from hidden sources have described that Eos had created thousands of these Incarnations, and they were hidden all around his Origin Realms. If only one Incarnation could be such a headache, what would thousands be capable of? What would their main body be capable of, if given enough time?
She stood up from her throne and vanished without telling any of the others the reason why she left, but she knew of their nature and did not try to hide from them.
Originally, she was meant to lure out Elgorath and Xyris alone, and if she had made the right preparation, this would have been very possible, but she lied, of course... she would be making sure that all the Primordials followed her.
It was time to kill Eos.
Using threads of her own soul woven with stolen fragments of the Beastโs essence, she created false echoes, which were the dying whispers that carried the unmistakable signature of the Beastโs Origin Force.
These echoes she scattered like bait across the paths Elgorath and Xyris were most likely to sense.
For her plans to work, Eos must first see these two, but unknown to him, she would spread the same lure a bit later to draw out the rest.
By the time she had what she needed, they would be drawn to the site of slaughter, and there she could finish off everyone at once.
This plan was delicate, and many things could go wrong, but Eos had delivered a nearly dead Beast to her hands. If she killed and absorbed the Origin Core of Death, then all of the Death Origin she had been storing inside her would finally have roots, and she would be able to fuse with them.
Eos had sent her glimpses of the realm he had created to hold Death, and it was in the shadows of the Origin Realms... a bold but foolish choice.

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