The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2207

Chapter 2207: In The End, Everything Returns To Telos

THE GRAND VOID

The invitation was open, and Eos was not a person who ran away from a challenge, no matter the size of it, and he turned toward the Eternal Tower.

He had taken exactly one step when he stopped.

Eos did not stop because he was suddenly afraid of what was to come, but a small internal shift had just happened inside of him, the kind of shift a mother feels in the moment a child decides to be born. Somewhere beneath the threshold of what he would have called his core, his evolution had finished its work.

The fusion was complete.

He stood for a long moment with his foot still slightly raised, the Origin Tree rising behind him and the Tower in the distance watching, and he considered the two options before him.

He could walk to the Tower now, in the body of a Primordial of Primordials at the peak of the ninth dimension, and he could face whatever was waiting with the power he had earned across a hundred million years. That power was sufficient. He knew this. He had watched it end, Enoch.

It may not end the Great One, but it would have made the Great One bleed, and in some versions of this story, making the Great One bleed was all that was required.

With the Origin Tree and the actions he had made, Eos knew that his death no longer truly mattered because he had birthed the Will of Truth, and that was a power that even the Great One could not destroy.

Being able to personally challenge the Great One was a sign that even this being had acknowledged Eos’s victory in this aspect.

Or he returns to his throne, which was still there at the base of the Origin Tree, still waiting, still rooted in the soil of the completed fusion. And he could allow the thing that had just finished forming inside him to fully emerge, in its own time, without being rushed by battle.

The Great One had waited for countless eternities, and it could wait another.

Eos turned around, he walked back to his throne, and he sat down, and he closed his eyes.

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For a hundred million years, his core had been a thing of endless potential.

Ether had pulsed through it. Every breakthrough had enlarged it, and every loss had deepened it. It had grown with him through every transformation, and it had, at every stage, been a question with an unfinished answer, the question of what could become, asked by the very act of its continuing to exist.

The question was answered after his fusion was completed.

When he had killed Enoch and walked out to meet the Great One, something in him had already been shifting; he had spent the last of his Ether killing Enoch, and emptiness had flooded in.

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Telos.

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