The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2197

Chapter 2197: Which Strength Did You Earn?

That single arrow consumed almost half of Eos’s energy store, and while he was gasping at the pain he was experiencing from his essence being erased by End, he was also watching Enoch convulse in absolute agony as his body was shredded.

Origin and End, being erased at the same time.

It was almost funny to him that, for an entity that was responsible for most of the pain across all Existences, they did not seem to be able to handle this pain when it was given to them.

But he was not surprised. Most of the time, the ones who hurt others the most did not know what it meant to be hurt in the same manner.

Enoch screamed, and his arms, even the one that had been severed, clawed at his chest, trying to find the wound and closing it. But there was nothing to close.

The arrow had erased the moment of his beginning, and without that moment, his body was unraveling. The End that made up that part of him was gone forever.

"You dare shatter my light..." Enoch gasped, ichor bubbling from the wound that would not heal, "...I am End, and I will tear your efforts to shreds... Everything you have—"

Eos vanished from his position, and he was in front of Enoch, and he whispered, "You have not learned anything. It was better you were reborn as a mortal and struggle till you found invincibility, and now, you are mine."

From the moment he vanished and reappeared before Enoch, the bow had transformed into a dagger of possibility. A possibility of maybe and what if.

Enoch roared in anger, and he began to move, but it was too late as Eos drove the dagger into Enoch’s throat.

The blade went in at the base of the neck, just above the collarbone, and slid through flesh that was not flesh, through muscle that was not muscle, through whatever held Enoch’s head to his body. Eos pushed until the hilt pressed against the wound and the tip of the blade emerged from the back of Enoch’s neck, dripping ichor and something else.

The thing might have been marrow, memory, or the screaming of End facing its end.

Enoch’s hands closed around Eos’s wrist; his grip was crushing, even now, with his body unraveling, his Origin form erased, and his throat impaled, he was strong, but strength like this was nothing to Eos.

He wanted to show Enoch the depths at which he had fallen, and then break the mind of this destroyer.

"Can you not see," he whispered even as the bones of his wrist cracked, "That you are the one holding End back. I am Origin, and you are End, but you cannot even handle this crown. Everything you have was given to you. Tell me, Enoch, which of your strengths did you earn?"

Enoch screamed in anger, and this time his voice was not layered, and an eruption of power greater than any explosion ever was blasted out from his body. Eos could have made defensive actions, but he knew those were useless, and so he braced himself to endure it.

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