The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2231

Chapter 2231: The True Face of The Painter

The second age drew to a close, and Eos was already anticipating that this game would continue like this for a thousand ages, and small victories would accumulate into greater victories that would ultimately lead to his victory or his loss.

Everything in the second age did not go according to his wishes, but it was a miracle that he had been able to accomplish the things that he did, and from here forward, it was just a path of endless refinements, until everything fell into place.

The Painter, without any warning, set its hand flat on the board and waited until Eos looked at it.

A long time passed, and Eos refused to look at the hand until he acknowledged that he needed to look at the hand or the game would not proceed, and he could not risk this happening.

At this time, the advantage of the game fell under the camp of the Painter because the game was taking place on his Origin Tree; every single decision there were making was affecting Eos’s foundation, and yet the Eternal Tower of the Painter was free from this chaos.

This was the innate advantage of the Painter that could not be taken away, no matter the sort of brilliant moves that Eos makes, and he could not afford to know why the Painter had blocked off a section of the game, and even knowing the look was a victory for the Painter, Eos still had to submit, and so he looked.

"You have arrived," the Painter said. "I have been waiting."

Eos paused and looked at the Painter. The voice that had emerged from this being was not the brisk, amused voice that it usually used; there was something raw and wrong with this sound, and Eos felt a chill travel through his spine.

"The first age was your tutorial," the Painter said. "I let you have it because I wanted to see what shape you would grow into. The early second age was your audition. You passed. The trade I offered with the Erasure was my final test, and you refused the architecture, and in refusing, you told me what you are. Do you know what you are?"

Eos did not answer. A growing fear was emerging in his heart, as some of his greatest fears began to arise with every word that the Painter was saying.

"You are the first opponent in a hundred Existences who is worth what I am about to do. And you are the first who has begun, dimly, to ask the right question." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The Painter laughed, and its voice grew lower, almost silky-smooth, as something else seemed to have taken its place.

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