The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2186

Chapter 2186: I Am Here

TEN THOUSAND ORIGIN REALMS.

It was a good thing that the soul of Existence had suppressed the hunger of the horde, because with every new Luminious that entered Existence, the breach above the Origin Realms tore open wider than it had ever been, wider than Existence itself could bear.

And the soul of Existence was working overtime to increase the expansion of Existence, slowing down its integration with Existence, but even though this was disadvantageous to him, it was not all bad news, as an increased expansion meant that the power of Origin was growing as well, and the barrier over the higher layers of Origin was loosened.

All across the Origin Realms, multiple Primordials stuck at the peak of their layer began to see the path forward. Although there was not enough time for them to reach it, the promise of advancement after such a long time with no hope gave them renewed strength of the possibilities ahead if they could hold on to their hope in victory.

But the enemy in front of them... it was stealing all that hope.

The ten thousand realms shuddered, their shields cracking, and their defenders screaming as the weight of what was emerging pressed down on them like a mountain.

More Incarnations perished as they kept the Origin Realms safe, as Enoch’s form began to expand and become.

One of his greatest weaknesses had been his flesh. He wanted to build it from Eos’s body, but he had to make do with just the bodies of Realities that he had tainted before he was imprisoned inside End.

Essentially, he had been here with his soul, and now he had finally gained what he needed to evolve. Enoch was not holding back and used the body of Luminious Veil as the base for his growth.

At this moment, it was unknown if that body would be better for him than trying to build a new body from the base of Eos’s flesh.

The cathedral of suffering that was his body opened its doors, and through them poured the fragments, Echo, Stillness, Emptiness, Paradox, Sorrow, each one a different flavor of the same hunger, each one a different face of the same end.

They did not resist. They had been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time, since the Great One had shattered them and scattered them across the void, and they had fallen under the power of Nyxara.

Enoch’s form absorbed them one by one, each fusion adding a new layer to his being, a new dimension to his hunger, and a new certainty to his purpose.

With Echo, his voice became the sound of every scream that had ever been silenced, every word that had never been spoken, every truth that had been buried in the dark.

With Stillness, his movement became the absence of motion, the freeze before the fall, the moment between the heartbeat and death.

With Emptiness, his hunger became absolute, a void that could not be filled, a need that could not be satisfied, a want that had no end.

With Paradox, his form became impossible, existing and not existing, beginning and ending, here and there and everywhere.

With Sorrow, his purpose became clear: he would cause grief. The grief of a creator who had lost everything. The grief of a father who had watched his children die. The grief of a being who had been alone for longer than Existence had existed.

And at the center of it all, the core, Enoch himself, became something that had never existed before in this Existence or any other.

He was becoming the Luminious Whole.

The being that the Great One had shattered at the beginning of everything. The being that had been waiting to be reborn since the first End swallowed the first Existence. The being that would end all things and make them new.

There was just one more part of himself that was missing.

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