The journey through this eternal tower was tragic as more and more Incarnations sat on its stairs and fought the silence until the end of their lives.
It was impossible for Luminious Silence not to notice that these Incarnations were becoming increasingly harder to kill, and he could tell that they were adapting to the power of Lumina.
This was ridiculous when it was considered that the power of Lumina was like comparing Will to Intent. It was a complete evolution of power, and despite the fact that Origin had equal potential with Lumina, from the beginning of Existence, this power had been suppressed.
In fact, in some ways, Lumina was a copy of Origin; it was the answer to the Great Oneβs desire for the control of Origin.
Placing Intent before Will was useless, and so Origin before Lumina should have been an instantaneous crush.
Luminious Silence was focused on other matters and could not fully channel his strength towards the Incarnations, but that should not have mattered.
An ant was not supposed to be able to delay the storm, even if the storm was a small one; it was still a storm, and an ant was still an ant.
Luminious Silence was so close to getting what he came for, but the Incarnations were too close to reaching him, and he had a premonition that he did not want them near him.
With a roar of irritation that resounded throughout the tower, Luminious Silence turned his gaze fully upon the ascending Incarnations.
Above the Incarnations, a pale, beautiful face appeared, crowned with a circlet that held countless trillions of screaming, silent heads.
These heads were the gods, divinities, and monsters harvested from all Existences by Luminious Silence.
The face looked down on these ascending Primordials, and it muttered a single word,
"Fall!"
From the mouth came a storm of silence, invisible to the naked eye, but carried such intense power of Lumina that it took visible shape, resembling a white fog moving at speeds that would make light seem like the crawling of a snail.
This power pushed a wave of silence ahead that pressed down on the Incarnations, halting their progress.
The wave of fog washed towards the Incarnation, and they knew if it touched them, they would all perish.
A decision made by the Incarnations was instantaneous, and Primordial Light pushed himself to stand in front of all the Incarnations.
Someone would have to stand in front of it all to take the weight of this attack, and Primordial Light, one of the first Incarnations to glimpse the fifth layer of Light, was supposed to be at the center to be safe until the end, but battle was a dynamic affair, and nothing was set in stone.
Inside the Origin Core of Primordial Light that resembled the brightest sun in all Existence, and inside this core, something drastic began to happen.


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