The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2196

Chapter 2196: You Think Pain Matters To Me?

Eos looked at this blinding form of Enoch, and he laughed inside him, although the feeling of disgust inside his heart was incredibly profound.

End had no idea what true light meant, not even after it had been consuming it for all these eternities. The only means it had been using to interpret Existence was the Origin of Enoch, and now that it was gone, it was proving to Eos that it was complete, and Eos saw right through this creature and its hollow shell.

"Yes, you are beautiful," Eos said, and then he smiled, "But you would be more beautiful when you are no more."

Inside his heart, Eos sent his will to all of Origin, to all the names of the dead that were gone but not forgotten from the dawn of time, and he told them, ’I am your avatar, the one who carries all your hope, give me your dreams, and I shall keep them safe. Watch over me as I fight this battle, and be with me, as we conquer all our enemies.’

He straightened, and although the gesture he made could hardly be seen, one of Enoch’s widespread hands suddenly separated from his shoulder with a sound like a mountain being torn in half.

Black ichor erupted from the wound, and it was alive as it screamed and writhed in the void, trying to crawl back to the stump. Its screams did not last for long as it was rapidly dying, as each drop of the dying ichor screamed in a different frequency, each frequency a different death rattle from a different dead Existence.

Enoch staggered.

"You—" he began.

Eos did not waste his time trying to appease the vanity of Enoch as he had entered a state of battle, and in this state, it was one where he either perished, or Enoch did.

All ten thousand Ancient Origin poured into his blade, and it blazed with a radiance that shone light across countless infinities of the void, and it shamed the radiance of the form that Enoch had taken.

"This light..." Enoch gasped, a moment before a billion light-years of screaming radiance that was the Destroyer drove into Enoch’s chest.

The blade went in just below the sternum, and it came out the other side with chunks of something that might have been organs, realities, or the compressed remains of a billion dead universes. Enoch’s body arched backward, his featureless face splitting open in a wound as he howled.

Every clash of Origin and End was like the clash between matter and antimatter, and that meant that Eos was extinguishing End with his blade, but the same thing was happening to him as well, the only difference was that he was not screaming.

Ichor sprayed from the wound and splashed across Eos’s face, and this ichor that was the purest source of End began to eat through his face and the light of his crown, and for a moment, his true form was visible beneath his skin, resembling a vast web of scars and healing wounds, the remnants of a hundred million years of war.

Since the battle started, Eos had not gotten time to rest or heal, and he was fighting with everything he had, making breakthroughs and pushing into new realms without holding back, and it was costing him...yet, he didn’t stop.

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