The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2191

Chapter 2191: The Screaming Void

The words of Enoch were not just words; they carried power that made even the void outside of Existence scream.

Every word he spoke was defining what Existence would be, and this scream was of the fundamental concepts of creation floating across the void like little motes of dust screaming, as they were being torn apart and stitched back together in patterns that were nothing but madness.

Eos sat upon his throne of truth, the Origin Tree rising behind him like a spine made of worlds, and Enoch stood before him was a cathedral of suffering that had begun to bloom with wounds that wept darkness.

If the core of his being was not truth, then the words of Enoch alone would have been enough to corrupt him and whatever he wanted to create.

The screaming void pressed against the shrinking Existence, and they could not enter. To a lesser immortal, what was happening here would resemble a battle of domains, but it was something far deeper than this.

For a long moment, neither moved. Then Eos raised his hand, and the ten thousand lights of his crown began to spin.

"I have seen what you are," Eos said, and his voice resonated with every truth that had ever been spoken. "I have seen the hunger that drives you. The loneliness that forged you. The fear that became you."

Enoch’s featureless face tilted, and the spiral galaxies of End that were his eyes began to accelerate.

"You have seen nothing," he replied, with vast irritation in his voice, "You have glimpsed the shadow of my shadow and called it understanding. You know nothing of what I am. What I have become."

Then he attacked, one moment he had been talking, and the next his body tore through the distance like a violation of causality, due to the fact that his movement was shattering both the past and the future, leaving only this moment behind.

Eos would not be able to reach into the past or the future to save him as Enoch’s form folded through dimensions that had no names, through spaces between spaces that even the Luminious had feared to tread, and his hand transformed into a claw of compressed bone and stolen essence to close around Eos’s throat.

This was not a move that could be avoided because the moment it began, it had already ended, and if the target of this attack was not durable enough to bear this blow, they perished.

At the level at which they were battling, even if it appeared as if they were dodging a blow, they were not, since every blow made by either party must connect, and dodging meant shifting a part of their body from one part to another.

The Origin Tree shuddered. Worlds that had been growing on its branches flickered, their light dimming as the weight of Enoch’s presence pressed down on them.

Eos did not struggle. It appeared as if he did not want to fight as he looked at Enoch with his ten thousand eyes, and in each one, Enoch saw a different reflection of himself.

However, this look was the attack.

Using the basis of his crown, Eos reflected what Enoch could have been without the power of End, as he alone was the only one worthy enough to see the path that Origin could take for all beings.

In one Existence, Enoch was a creator, in another a dreamer, a father, a monster, a tree, a king, a beggar...

Every one of these truths was branded into the consciousness of Enoch, and he shuddered before he laughed coldly.

"You cannot kill me with your gaze," Enoch snarled. "I am beyond such petty..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Enoch could not even understand how the serpents had survived when the force being exerted by Eos surged exponentially.

There was nothing supernatural about his grip; it was just sheer force that reached a level where it shattered everything.

"Your grip, Enoch," Eos sighed, "Is a little too soft. You have spent all your life fighting weaklings; now you face an equal."

Cracks radiated from Enoch’s hand and radiated up his body, and his cry of rage was silenced as his body exploded, blasting him out of the shrinking Existence and into the deep void.

The rage of Enoch and the calm heart of Eos radiated into the void, and their intent to do battle created a battlefield, a canvas upon which two beings who had transcended the limits of Existence were painting with the colors of creation and destruction.

Everything that came before this moment was just a prelude leading to it, and now it was all crashing down.

Eos rose from his throne, and the Origin Tree rose with him. Its roots tore through the fabric of non-existence, anchoring themselves in concepts that had no names. Its branches reached toward the darkness, and where they touched, the darkness remembered what it had been before Enoch had corrupted it, before the Luminious had poisoned it, and before the Great One had broken it.

Enoch saw these changes in the void, and he laughed before his massive form began to unravel and expand at the same time.

Each cell of his being became a Reality of hunger. Each thought became a black hole of need. Each breath became the silence after the last scream of a billion dying Existences.

"You want to see what I am?" Enoch’s voice was the frequency of annihilation, as he was the true father of oblivion. "Then see."