The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2210

Chapter 2210: True Endless Essence

Before Eos left the throne, he took stock of what he had become.

His body, in the tenth dimension, was not constrained by the limitations that had defined every body he had previously worn.

The ninth-dimensional Primordial body, his Omniversal Titan’s form had been magnificent, capable of containing an infinite Origin Land, capable of surviving blows that unmade Realities, capable of projecting presence across the whole of Existence, but it had still been a body, in the sense that it had been a discrete thing with boundaries, located at a position, subject to the logic of having a shape.

Even when he took on his true form, having a flesh that was not flesh, when he disregarded the lie of his form, he still had a tangible shape that could be located across time and space.

However, the tenth-dimensional body was different.

It was still a body in the sense that an observer could see him and would see a figure, a man in a throne at the base of a vast tree, with a crown of depth and a face that had carried a hundred million years of war and was not defeated by any of it.

The figure was discrete, and it was a figure that had edges, could be spoken to, and would answer.

But underneath the figure, in the dimension that the observer could not see, the body was distributed.

It was in the throne. It was in the Tree. It was in the roots that drank from the substrate of the void. It was in every world on every branch. It was in the new Existence in the way the purpose of a thing is in the thing, not as a separate component that could be pointed to, but as the shape the thing was reaching toward in all of its aspects at once.

He was, in a sense, Existence. Not its ruler. Not its designer. It’s Telos. The thing it was all reaching toward in its long, slow unfolding.

Every life that would be born in the new Existence, every flower that would bloom on the Tree’s branches, every mortal who would love another mortal and build a small life and die at the end of it, all of them would be expressing some aspect of what Eos was, because Eos was the arrival that all of their becomings were reaching toward.

Even if he never revealed himself again, all life that would be born would always have a yearning for him, because they knew he was their ultimate purpose.

This was not arrogance. It was geometry. In the tenth dimension, the organizing principle of the space was purpose, and purpose had a shape, and Eos was the being who had arrived at that shape.

Every Existence required a Telos, or it could not be an Existence. The old Existence had been broken because its Telos had been stolen and replaced with End’s hunger. The new Existence had a Telos that was genuinely its own. That Telos was Eos.

He found, when he looked inside this fact, that he was at peace with it.

A younger version of himself would have been terrified. Rowan the mortal miner, Rowan the dying prince, even the Eos who had first reached Primordial status, any of them would have recoiled from the weight of being the purpose of a whole Existence. They would have felt it as a burden, or as arrogance, or as the kind of pedestal that would inevitably topple.

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