It began with a single note. Like a soundless vibration at the edge of existence, that could not be perceived, but the soul recognized it. This note spoke to something in the core of every life inside of creation, reminding them of the endless possibilities that the light could bring.
In the ruins of a dead star, a speck of gold flared, and then vanished, but something was left behind, an echo that longed for that touch of light that had faded.
This echo called out into the void, seeking the warmth that the Old Light was missing. The light that every star was used to was cold, but this new light was warmth.
A blind child, born after the Light’s death, dreamed of the sun and woke with her arms burning. But this fire contained the vitality of light, and it healed rather than destroyed. The first sight she saw was the color of the flames, and she turned to the sun in the sky and bowed in worship, her heart reaching for the light.
The Angels embroiled on battle paused as they felt more than any being in creation, the touch of the new light, and this was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, for they could sense the pure power that held warmth that had been denied to every Celestial from the moment of their conception.
Only a few of them remained in heaven; the rest tore through time and space, heading for the growing warmth they could sense in the distance. The echoes of their hearts reached for this light as they unhesitatingly ripped away their attachment to Old Light.
In the past, doing such a thing was nothing but suicide, but there was another source of strength waiting with open arms, and it was easy to leave the darkness of eternal night for the warmth of the sun.
All across creation, something in the hearts of all beings was pulling away from the Old Light and calling for the resurgence of something new.
And this New Light was beginning to awaken.
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Rowan was the closest to Eva and had the most significant connection with the New Light because the Lost Flame that had merged with Light had been born from his Spirit and Soul. Despite him giving Lost all the autonomy that any sentient and sapient life should enjoy, it could not break the connection that had been created within them.
So he could sense the beat of her heart even before the heartbeat occurred.
To Rowan, this awakening was like the sound of a heartbeat, but he knew that it would reach everyone in Reality in a different manner. Ultimately, it would represent a longing in their hearts that could not be denied.
Rowan felt that pull and he turned towards the figure in the distance now covered by a white and scarlet radiance, and was shining to brightly his eyes were burned out of his skull upon looking at her, and his perception collapsed to ash, but he had other eyes, his Origin Ouroboros, Divus was far more durable than he was presently and he could see through her eyes.
Everything was primed for the resurgence of a new dominion over Reality, and Rowan knew that there was only one thing left, and that was to give his permission.
Perhaps he was making a mistake with this move; it was too drastic and flamboyant, directly harming the interest of every Primordial, because if he were nothing but a nuisance before, his actions here would make him their ultimate enemy.
But he had no choice. The game was rigged against him, and any move he might have made apart from this one was expected. The omniscience of the Primordials was no joke, and only shattering the ceiling above would anything worthwhile be produced.
And everything worthwhile demanded sacrifice.
Eva’s eyes opened.
What peered out from within those eyes was new. This was a fusion between the Lady of Shadows and the Lost Flames. They were becoming the embodiment of light, and old things were wiped away for something new to take their place.
That was the way it was supposed to be, but Rowan was greedy. He had lost too much, and if he could, he would bear the burden of creation so that his children would remain safe for as long as possible.
The process of reawakening was not complete, out of the nine circles, Rowan had been able to only give out six, but time had ran out, and the dangers from Primordial Demon and what was most likely multiple other Primordials bearing down upon him had become too potent to be ignored.
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