The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2166

Chapter 2166: I Have Done Everything

Every Primordial here was not afraid of death, nor did they welcome it. They saw the battle as a necessity, but they all knew the stakes that were involved and the kind of monsters that would be participating inside it, however, none of them had this anticipation they were seeing in Telmus’s eyes.

"Eos knew this day would come," Telmus said. "He has been preparing for it since the first Primordial was born. The shields were never meant to hold forever. The battles we have fought were never meant to be won by strength alone."

He raised his spear, and the hundred Archai bound to him flared with light.

"Every death and sacrifice. Every moment the horde spent battering against our walls, it was all feeding something. Something that has been growing in the heart of the Prime Axis for a hundred million years."

Below them, the Mountain of Ascension began to crack.

From the fissures, light emerged that had been sleeping since the first moment of this Existence. It was the light of ten thousand Origin Realms, each one a universe unto itself, each one pulsing with the accumulated life, hope, and defiance of every being that had ever called them home.

"The fifth generation," Telmus said, his voice rising above the growing roar of the breaking Mountain. "The Primordials of the sixth generation. The Incarnations. The Archai. The Old Ones. The mortals who have never seen the stars but dream of them anyway. All of them, all of us, we are not the weapon."

He planted his spear, and the Mountain shattered.

"BOOOMMM!!!"

From its ruins rose a figure of light so vast, so incomprehensible, that the Primordials who witnessed it forgot to breathe. It had no form that could be named, no shape that could be held in memory. It was the sum of every life that had ever existed in the Origin Realms, woven together by a will that had been preparing for this moment since before the first Ancient Primordial had drawn breath.

"We are the fuel," Telmus whispered.

The figure of light opened its eyes, and in them, the Primordials saw themselves, not as they were, but as they could be.

And it spoke with a voice that was ten thousand voices, a voice that had been gathering strength for a hundred million years, a voice that had been forged in the fires of a war that had not yet been won but would be, because it had to be.

"Now," the voice said, "we fight."

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Few knew this truth about Eos, but Eva and a few of his children, but Eos was not just one being, but two distinct beings that had been fused to become one, but these beings could exist in different forms if they chose to.

In the beginning, when Eos was Rowan, he had lost his soul, and then he regained it as he grew stronger, but that split had created something unique, a being who could live without its soul.

The answer was simple: his soul had been searching for answers and walking fresh paths in order to find new ways to reach the height of power.

This path would be outside the purview of the Primordial Record and everyone else. Perhaps his enemies may know a bit about his fleshy body, but no one knew about his soul, and in all of these years, the height of power that his soul had reached was unknown.

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The light that erupted from the shattered mountain surged upward, passing through the broken shields and the infinite horde, and impacting against the breach that Enoch had torn in the fabric of Existence. And behind it, colored by its passage, the ten thousand Origin Realms blazed with a light that had never been seen before; it was the burning light of creation, and the warm light of a billion trillion hearts beating as one.

In the void, Enoch’s featureless face turned toward the approaching light, and for the first time, the spiral galaxies of his eyes stopped.

"What have you done?" he whispered.

And somewhere, in the depths of Existence, where the battle against the Ancient Primordials raged on a level that no mortal could comprehend, Eos smiled.

"Everything," he said. "I have done everything."