This move from Elgorath was not the finisher that he thought it would be. Xyris was still howling from the pain of Eos’s Origin power ravaging his body, and when Elgorath scratched out Eos’s eyes, the power of his Origin burst out from within his head with so much intensity that all the power of memories in Elgorath’s fingers were washed away and his sight was instantly restored in a flash of silver fire that scorched Elgorath’s hands to golden char.
Elgorath staggered back in shock as he looked at his hand that was slowly transforming to glass under the relentless encroachment of Eos’s powers, but this distraction was dangerous when fighting someone like Eos, who grabbed Elgorath’s throat.
He applied force on his thumbs, and they dug deeper into Elgorath’s throat, crushing his windpipe with a wet snap. Elgorath gurgled as blood bubbled from his mouth, and his eyes grew crazy with anger and fear. Like an animal, he lunged forward despite his head nearly falling off and bit into Eos’s shoulder, and began moving his head from left to right like a shark, causing his teeth to tear the muscles on Eos’s shoulders into bloody chunks.
Xyris, who had been screaming in pain and acting as if he could not move, unexpectedly crawled forward while picking up the rib of Eos that had been thrown to the ground from Elgorath’s savagery.
With his one arm, he quickly crawled behind Eos, who was trying to tear the maddened Elgorath away from his body, and he stabbed Eos in the back with his own severed rib. The bone punched through various organs inside Eos’ body, and Xyris twisted the bone, causing a dull grinding sound to emerge that would set the teeth on edge.
It was important to note that while this fight seemed incredibly primal and barbaric, this was simply because of the perception of the combatants. Anyone else who would view this battle from the side would simply see enormous clouds of power that stretched for infinity that were colliding and tearing themselves apart.
If this fight had been happening outside the Hollow, then a lot of it would have been destroyed in the clash, and if there were Realities along the way of the battle, then they would have been destroyed. When the elephant fights, it is indeed the grass that suffers.
From the beginning of the fight, the Ancient Primordials had been burning dozens of Origin Force every second just to maintain themselves at a level where they could even hurt Eos.
Unlike them, Eos did not have any Origin Essence barriers over his flesh. It made sense because even till this moment, the madman refused to reach the ninth-dimensional level.
However, he had a passive shield on his flesh that was hard to tear through, and even then, his flesh and bones were impossibly durable and thick, and only with fighting at their peak could they tear through his flesh.
Elgorath could feel his hands cramping when that should be impossible, and he thoroughly hated himself for falling in this situation where he could be shattered at a moment’s notice because of one act of carelessness.
Nyxara, who was hiding in the distance, watched this fight in stunned silence. The battle had grown red hot in a manner that was not expected in the least.
She could easily trace this to Elgorath, who had attacked Eos with unbridled savagery, and Eos had responded in kind, causing her to rethink all the interactions she had with him. Whatever was coming, she had to be ready, Nyxara thought to herself white ignoring the painful sensation in her heart as Mercy shook.


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