Luminious Silence began to fight back with a ferocity born of existential threat.
No Luminious as far as he knew had ever had to struggle for their life; however, the moment he thought about this, his core shuddered, and he knew that in the past, this was most likely not the truth, but it had changed.
Another Luminious had fought for his life, and that Luminious had lost.
There was no indicator yet that a Luminious had fallen, but inside him, Luminious Silence knew this to be the truth, and his mind zipped over to Eos and Luminious Memory, who should be fighting him.
"No... No! I cannot fall here, this cannot happen!"
Primordial Light still had his body and was not fully dissipated, and so Luminious Silence had to maintain his conceptual form, but it did not mean that he was helpless.
"Maggots! I shall kill you all."
His silence, which he once wielded like a passive field, became a blade, and he turned that blade against himself and began to cut.
With the fear of death, Luminious Silence threw away his careful nature, aware that it was this lack of desire for conflict that had brought him to the position where his concept was being threatened.
He screamed in pain as he scoured the attacking Primordials from inside his body.
The Primordials were like worms under his skin, biting and drilling into his flesh, and although he was hurting himself, he was also destroying them.
A gesture unmade a dozen. A thought resolved a hundred into base abstraction.
His body began to expand as he exploded several parts of himself, causing explosions so powerful that it could have wiped all of Existence.
Luminious Silence had never felt pain like this, but he was almost rabid with the fear of death, and he did not hold himself back.
He killed Primordial Fire with a thought that fire was merely a temporary state of matter.
Then he unmade Primordial Ice and continued shattering his body, killing more Primordials with every move he made.
The Eternal Tower trembled as four hundred Primordials fell in the first wave of his counter-attack, and as the attacks heated up, another three hundred.
But for each one he killed, two or three had already landed their definition. They were like hornets, each sting injecting a thread of definition into his pure, silent flesh.
He was being named.
This was the true trap and the horror that was left behind.
You see, destroying a Primordial was to erase their Origin, but somehow, every Primordial killed by Luminious Silence did not entirely perish, because portions of their Origin remained behind.
It was as if he had crushed the snake, but the venom still remained inside his veins.

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