The Incarnations tore through these duplicates with ease, but what they noticed was that their Origin Essence was being drained far more rapidly than it should be happening.
Every duplicate they killed stole a portion of their essence. The recovery rate for every Incarnation was great, but they had to really use a lot of power to destroy the Origin Core of each duplicate, and with the number killed, it was beginning to add up.
The Incarnations glanced at each other and wordlessly made a decision. No matter what they faced ahead, half of them would not be fighting until they had recovered to one hundred percent, and when they were fresh, they would rotate.
Also, there would be a core of fifty Primordials that would never fight. In the case that Incarnations begin to die, then there would need to be a core that would remain until the end to finish it all.
It was unknown what they would be meeting until this war was over, but sacrifices and losses were expected.
They continued pushing higher up the tower until a new enemy appeared before them.
It was a porcelain sentinel with perfect poise; it had six arms holding blades of frozen time. These blades could cut through anything, and as the Incarnations neared this being, its faceless helm rose up and looked at them.
"You are not the first to reach this layer of the endless tower, and your bodies would be made into sentinels to guide it forever."
"Good to know," Primordial Slaughter said, and he attacked the sentinel.
He wielded a spear and a short blade, and in a second, they clashed trillions of times, and suddenly, the clash ended with one of the blades of the sentinel piercing Primordial Slaughter.
The creature made of black stone pushed his head closer to the Incarnation, "I told you, your bodies would be left in this place to..."
A white line appeared over its head that ran down from its head, and it split in two in the midst of its speech.
The combat that had just happened was shared between the minds of all the Incarnations, and they were astonished at the combat capability of this sentinel.
It was a good thing that they were able to snatch a lot of its memories before its destruction, and what they learned was grim.
This tower did not belong to Luminious Silence, but it was one of the greatest treasures of the Luminious race.

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