The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2171

Chapter 2171: To Be Remebered

After living for so long, Eos knew that beauty could sometimes be found in the oddest of places, and this garden was not what he was expecting to find during his battle with the Ancient Primordials.

Even he, as a Grand Creator, had never seen a garden like this.

In it, flowers of every color bloomed, each one a different life, a different possibility, a different choice.

Trees grew from branches, each one a different world, a different Existence, a different kind of hope.

"I remember," Vorthas said, and his voice was like a song. "I remember what it was like to create. Not just to consume everything, but to create. Five seconds as Primordial Life, that was all the time I had to know this feeling before it was taken away from me... thank you, Eos, for giving me the courage to find it again."

His form slowly dissolved into light, and from that light, a world emerged that hung over the garden like a green sun.

It was a world of green and growing things. Where life did not consume, but nourished.

A world where the first flower still bloomed in the first soil, and where that flower was still being watched by something that had been waiting for this moment.

Eos watched the world bloom in the void, and for a moment, just a moment, he allowed himself to feel something that was not fury or hunger or the cold certainty of a warrior who had accepted that death and destruction were the only ways to end this endless conflict.

He allowed himself to feel joy.

Primordial Life may have just gotten five seconds to be a Primordial of Life before he was overtaken by madness, but in that short time, he had dreamed of creating a place like this.

It was easy to disregard the dreams and fears of his enemies, but Eos was not like that... even the greatest of evils can sometimes have beautiful dreams.

This garden, created by Vorthas, was fragile. It was like a child learning to walk for the first time; there was passion behind it and the desire to grow strong and fast, but it was not enough.

The only reason Primordial Life had the confidence to create something like this was that it knew that Eos was here.

Like a child that would run knowing that the strong hand of their father was there to catch them when they fell, Vorthas was not scared to make his first real creation because he knew that Eos was there to ensure that it lived.

Stretching one of his hands, Eos gathered the garden and the budding world, and he placed them inside his Origin Land.

This event had not taken a long time, but when he looked up, Nyxara was gone.

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TEN THOUSAND ORIGIN REALMS.

The soul of Eos that rose from the shattered Mountain stood before the breach above the ten thousand Origin Realms, and only his existence changed the entire situation.

His presence was simply so vast that Enoch, who had unmade Realities with a thought, found himself pausing.

Enoch knew that Eos had gained some of the powers of the Luminious, and yet that was not supposed to translate to whatever this soul had just become.

"Everything... I have done everything."

Those words seemed so simple, but there were countless mysteries inside them that caused the spiral galaxies of End that served as his eyes to flicker.

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