The loss of one hundred Incarnations was painful, but it was expected.
Luminious Silence was a tricky opponent. If he were using a physical body to confront the Incarnations, then he would have a tough battle on his hands.
The abilities of Luminious Silence were profound, but they could not be properly expressed against a being that had reached the fifth layer of Origin.
Any other Luminious would have seen a Primordial at the fifth layer of Origin as a challenge to their omnipotence and would have challenged him without holding back... but Luminious Silence was a different beast, and he would use his greatest advantage against the Incarnations to win.
He had discovered that without a firm control over the fifth layer of light, the Incarnation was burning out and could not match him in his present state, and he was determined to keep it that way.
If the Incarnations could bind his concept, forcing him to take a physical body, then they would get the chance to fight him in a relatively equal position; if not, even the core of their identity would fade away.
And yet the Incarnations must win this battle, because the deaths of the last hundred Incarnations were not normal, and like Prime, their core was buried under the power of Silence.
If Luminious Silence were not killed, then the one hundred Incarnations that had just perished would be locked in his dimension of silence, and they would not be able to return to Eos. Obviously, that would be devastating to his plans.
There were always risks to battle, and in this battle, the risks were many times greater, but that did not mean that the Incarnations were going to run or stop.
A new group was formed, but now, it was no longer a group of a hundred; they were in the thousands.
The last attack had been able to kill all one hundred Incarnations because there were not enough of them.
A thousand was the right amount, it did not mean they were safe, it would just give them enough buffer for then to be able to be able to respond.
This battle was being kept on the conceptual level by Luminious Silence, and he had to be dragged down from his throne, and the Incarnations, above all things, were fighters.
The first true blow was struck by Primordial Darkness.
He understood that while Light sought to define, Darkness sought to embrace.
Borrowing the power of his thousand group, he unleashed his powers of darkness, borrowing the cage created by Primordial Light.
He did not try to cage Silence, which had proven to be quite useless; instead, he did something much crazier... to merge with it.
This merger was to be a fusion with Darkness and Silence in order to become something new and therefore break out Luminious Silence from his present state.
The Incarnations understood that while the conceptual state of Silence was a problem, it also gave them tools they would be able to use against him, and Primordial Darkness had not hesitated to be the first to make this move.
"We are the deepest secret," Primordial Darkness whispered, transforming his core to a tendril of pure, unobserved mystery coiling around the Eternal Being. "Let me be your cloak. Let us become the ultimate unknown."
It was a bold plan, crazy, but bold, and for a moment, it worked. Luminous Silence paused as his nature began to change.
Luminious Silence had never allowed himself to remain in such a conceptual state for a long amount of time, because nothing could threaten him to the extent that he took this form for long.


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