The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2202

Chapter 2202: We Have To Get Him Back

Victorious Genesis, who had been standing behind them with the particular stillness of a man holding an explosion for later, said,

"Who?"

Vraegar did not turn to answer. He kept his eyes on the window, on the realm beyond it, and on the specific and terrible geography of the place he had been trying to enter for the last three million Cosmic Eras, but he had been too weak to complete.

His friend had given his life to tear a path through nothingness, in the hope that Vraegar would be able to finish the task, but he could only stare at his target without the power to pierce through this damn void.

Finally, he replied to Victorious Silence’s question,

"The first," he said. "The original Incarnation before the Origin Realms were created. The one Eos made to discover the power of End, before he understood the cost of that decision."

Circe made a small sound, realization, and horror in her eyes as she understood the source of her dreams and visions. The countless bones falling from the sky, and the vow of silence that Eos had made her take.

This Incarnation was the voice in her dreams that she could not understand.

"I didn’t know there was a first," Fury said. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"He doesn’t speak of him," Vraegar replied. "He has never spoken of him. Not to any of us, to protect us from the corruption of End. I only know because I felt him, due to the power of my Origin that aligns me rather closely to the power of End."

Circe swallowed the tears in her heart, "Are we here to get him out?"

The thing they all needed to understand, Vraegar explained as they stood at the threshold of the wound, was that the first Incarnation had not been like the others.

The Incarnations Eos made now were meant to carry all of the Ancient Origins so their roots could be planted inside Eos.

They were essentially shards of Eos’s consciousness given autonomous form, carrying forward specific aspects of his nature, his memory, his will.

They were made with intention. They were made with the full understanding of what they were and what they were for.

The first had not been any of those things. He had primarily been made to be a sacrifice to understand the power of End.

"He made it before he knew what he was doing," Vraegar said quietly, his eyes fixed on the wound. "When he was still learning what the Primordial Record was and the mysteries behind Existence. Eos did not know his true power or what was behind the shadows, and like he always does, he did not wait, he walked into the darkness to find the answers, even if the cost of doing that was greater than he could bear. The only way he could have any bit of control was to tear a part of himself and send it out."

"Where?" Fury asked.

"Into the dark," Vraegar said. "Into the parts of Existence that were outside Existence. Into a place that had not been mapped and should not have existed, and somehow did. He sent Rowan to find answers. He was a child burdened with a dying Reality full of secrets, and he sent the best part of himself to find the answers in places that were designed to destroy hope."

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