One moment, Eos had been standing over the dead body of the Beast, and the next, he was standing between the two Primordials. Time seemed to be slowing down as his movements had been so fast that even the Ancient Primordials had not begun to adjust to it.
The eyes of Elogorath were slowly turning to the left, even as the mighty power of Memory was beginning to rise from his core, when Eos’s Destroyer swung in a silver arc that cut through the countless essence shields of memory that surrounded the Ancient Primordial.
Every Primordial had a passive defense that was linked to their Origin Essence, and it was one of their most important defenses against unexpected attacks.
With the weight of power held by every Ancient Primordial, they would have been able to withstand any surprise attacks against them and leisurely counterattack when they were ready due to the impossible number of essence shields around their bodies; however, Eos’s Destroyer was not just any weapon.
The blade had cut through all of these shields with no issue and then connected with Elgorath’s golden body, which was made out of a framework of memories, and the impact was cataclysmic.
Golden shards exploded outward like shrapnel, each one a fragment of stolen recollection that screamed with madness and pain as it flew into the distance, where the energy of the Destroyer continued to ravage these memories until they were reduced to ash.
Elgorath roared, but even this sound was slow in comparison to the speed that Eos was experiencing as he saw the sound wave that contained the sorrow of every life that Elgorath had come across, and there were a lot.
Even when there was no way this sound should have reached him, Eos watched as the sound wave vanished and moulded around his body, and the voices of countless dead alongside their most painful memories poured into his mind.
’The sneaky bastard,’ Eos thought, ’He is using the power of Parallel Realities to push this madness into my mind.’
Eos stumbled back, and with an impossible burst of his will that sent out ripples of force that shook the entirety of the Hollow, he shattered the memories over his body, and he looked at Elgorath while pretending to be shocked that he was hit by that attack.
Elgorath also staggered back, while looking down with anger at the gash across his chest, which was leaking golden light like molten metal. Eos’s attack had been vicious, and if he had not unconsciously burned a dozen Origin Force of Memory to hold back the blade, the first swing would have cut straight to his core.
"You dare strike me?" he bellowed, with a voice layered with a trillion forgotten agonies. Elgorath, whom Eos knew as someone who was more laidback, seemed to have changed at this moment as he placed his hands together and then slowly separated them to reveal a ring of gold that was filled with weaponized memories, at least that was what it looked like on the surface.
Eos, who was almost done perfecting his understanding of the sixth dimension, could see that this socalled weaponized memories were pulled from parallel realities where he had suffered great defeats and met impossible injustice. There were countless visions of Eos’s own betrayals, and his children dying in flames, with the Origin Realms shattering into pieces.
With a grunt of anger, Elgorath released the golden ring, which sent shockwaves of golden light all around the Hollow and vanished before appearing before Eos.

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