Luminous Silence hesitated for the barest moment, but his eyes travelled, and he saw the face of Primordial Light. He saw that this Primordial, who had just achieved one of the greatest accomplishments in all of history, was quietly fading away, but there was no panic in his eyes.
At this moment, this Incarnation was standing on the same level with his main body, some might even argue that he was standing higher than his main body, and there was a chance for this Incarnation not to fade, for example, with his control over Origin, this Incarnation could have seized the bodies of every Incarnations in this place and this would have given him enough time to be able to logically escape the Eternal Tower.
This is what Luminious Silence would have done if he had half the chance, and yet, faced with all the power that anyone would ever need, this Incarnation had protected the rest and pursued him, just for the sake of a main body whose objective may be different from his own.
Luminious Silence had killed enough of these Incarnations to discover that Eos had not instituted any sort of control mechanisms inside their bodies; everything they were doing was by personal choice, and that did not make any sense to him.
However, looking at the calm eyes of Primordial Light, he understood that this was the reason this being could reach the height of Existence, and why such weak lesser beings were able to bring him down to this level.
They had read him like a book, not because they were smarter or stronger, but because they were bolder and more willing to sacrifice.
Perhaps the best lesson to learn was the one taught by the enemy, because Luminious Silence would have never made this move if he had not seen the calm gaze of Primordial Light.
He would be performing an act of ultimate self-immolation where he would stop being Silence, and become the Act of Silencing.
Screaming in pain that Luminious Silence never wanted to feel again in his life, he began to silence massive portions of himself, and the vast orb of silence was drastically shrinking as a result.
The only reason he could continue destroying his form was that he could feel that the definitions that had been forced upon him, Light, Loss, Flame, Number... began to scream as they were denied expression.
They were concepts being forcibly muted within their own host, like trees that were no longer rooted in soil and were being left to die.
Hearing the screams of the dying Primordials as they also got to experience his pain, Luminious Silence began to laugh, even as he continuously sliced off massive portions of his body. "You have climbed so far, children of abomination. Lay down your fire. I will hold you until the screaming stops."
The destruction of a body as vast and powerful as Luminious Silence caused this entire layer of the Eternal Tower to erupt. Existence was shattered as causality was broken to pieces.
Time became a splintered loop as space folded into knots. The remaining Primordials, now barely four hundred, were caught in the shockwave of his self-inflicted apotheosis.
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