The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2188

Chapter 2188: The Primordial of Primordials

Eos opened his eyes, and they were not the eyes of the man who had entered the Hollow and killed off all the Ancient Primordials, and they were not the eyes of the Omniversal Titan who had torn Luminious Memory apart and warred against all the greatest principalities and powers holding Esxistence hostage.

This was not the eyes of a warrior, a father, or a lover... His eyes were the eyes of Origin itself.

"Ah," Eos breathed, and the sound was like the first note of the first song, the first heartbeat of the first living thing. "I understand now." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The countless worlds on the tree in the core of his being began to sing.

Their song was a resonance that touched every particle of Existence, every soul that had ever been born, every hope that had ever been cherished in the dark.

The ten thousand Origin Realms felt it first, as they were the closest to Eos. The Primordials who had been fighting for so long, who had been dying and being reborn, who had been holding back the tide of annihilation with nothing but their wills and their love for a world that had given them everything, they felt the song in their bones, in their blood, in the deepest chambers of their hearts.

And some of them began to weep from the sudden, overwhelming recognition that they had never been alone. That every sacrifice they had made, every drop of blood they had spilled, every moment of fear and doubt and desperate, screaming hope, it had all been seen. It had all been held. It had all been woven into something that was only now beginning to reveal itself.

For so many mortals, gods, immortals, and even the Primordial, there was always a sense that life was utterly meaningless, but with the presence of Eos, who was now merged with Existence, they understood that their lives mattered to the greatest force in Existence; even mortals could feel the love of Eos.

For a moment, Eos allowed the force of his presence to sweep through Existence, and he finally thought that it was time for him to become a Primordial.

He pushed this power of growth that he had been holding back for so long into his crown, so it erupted like light towards it. This was the light of his endless potential, taking the next step forward in what Eos was about to become.

The light was refracted into colors, and these colors transformed into truths, and each truth was a different Origin Force, which were all the different facets of existence.

There were ten thousand and eight of these Origin Force, and Eos had painfully gathered all of them.

These ten thousand Origin Forces had been scattered across Existence since the beginning of time, and the Ancient Primordials had gathered them all into the Primordial Record. After the battle in the Hollow, he had regained every stolen Origin Force.

Although this meant there would be no more being with the power to wield the Ancient Origin Forces, Eos had given them something even better: the chance to become something that was unique only to you, and walk your path to the end.

Due to the corruption of the Ancient Primordials, the Origin Forces of Existence had been corrupted by the power of End, but Eos had cleansed this corruption by the deaths of all his Incarnations, who had performed the insane tasks of pushing so many of the Origin Forces to the fifth layer.

Eos stretched out his hand and called the Origin Forces to him, and because the core of all of these Origin was in his Origin Realms, they flowed towards him before he even began to speak.

The Primordial Record shuddered, and on its first page, a word appeared: "Here stands Eos, the Primordial of Primordials. The first... the last... the only."

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