This crazy process was to be repeated at an exponentially accelerating rate, with each iteration being overseen by Primordial Number, who set a limit, like a terminus, forcing each new fractal layer to be both an expression of the last and its absolute end.
To do what they were doing, it required each Primordial here to not just have a complete understanding of their Origin, but also the Origin of all the other Primordial.
This process could not be repeated by any Primordial or group of Primordials because that would require them to not only understand their Origin, but those of six hundred fellow Primordials.
With such a barrier, it was normal for such a formation to have never been created before... The lowest barrier for its creation was just too abnormal.
The Incarnation was weaving a conceptual abyss, an infinite regress of defined and yet unrealized forms.
Essentially, this formation was to be a paradox machine that generated a new, self-contradictory law of reality with every infinitesimal fraction of a moment.
Eos had created various tactics that he believed could help him in the upcoming battles ahead.
He did not know the entirety of his enemiesβ abilities, but he could theorize about them and seek to find solutions to whatever forms that danger would take.
Many of the tactics he created for battle were powerful, but it was a shame that most of them could not be shared with his children because they were incapable of handling such powers.
This formation he created in the past took advantage of the unique advantages of his Incarnations.
Six hundred Primordials poured their very essence into this construct, their forms thinning, becoming conduits.
This formation was meant to harness the powers of all ten thousand and eight Incarnations, but they were not complete, and so it had to be changed from a killing formation to a trapping formation.
The formation would not trap Luminous Silenceβs body, but for his attention. They would present him with a riddle so profound, a complexity so entangled, that he would have to engage with it to resolve it. And in that moment of focus, they would strike.
Eos had taken a long time to decipher the core of this formation, and if this could hold even him back for long, then even a Luminious would have a problem figuring out how it worked.
Luminious Silence observed this formation being created while being amazed by the speed at which the Primordials were making their move.
With his long life, was there anything he had not seen? Eos could surprise him, but that was because that being was a freak. On the matter of conceptual formations, he had learned a lot, even if he had not really focused on learning it.
If you had a mind with a perfect memory, after countless eternities, you would become a supreme genius at every topic.
Luminious Silence did not fully understand this formation, but he understood their tactic at a conceptual level, and he could not help but find it to be elegant.
Although it appeared to be desperate, Luminious Silence knew that if he did not take this formation with the seriousness it deserved, then he deserved his downfall.
From the vast immensity of his conceptual form, Luminious Silence moved with precision as he extended a single, focused filament of his being, a line of absolute quiet, directly at Primordial Spiral, whom he thought was the anchor of the entire construct.


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