The Primordial Record

Chapter 1865: Premonitions Of Battle

Eos, who had curled into himself for an entire year as he pushed through the mental wound that the actions of the Primordials had inflicted on him, slowly rose to his full height. The entirety of Eosah’s Reality had been squeezed into an orb, and Eos wore it around his neck like a pendant. In this short year alone, his size had doubled, showcasing that his growth, even without any source of fuel, had never ceased.

A year was a long time for him to think, and as much as he would like to languish in his misery, his heart had grown too strong to be held back by setbacks, even ones as devastating as what he had experienced.

One of the things that had pushed him away from the mental slump he was suffering was the revelation from the Incarnation Rowan about the limitation that the Primordials would have imposed on the understanding of the higher dimensions.

Eos could no longer trust the foundation that he had built his power upon, and even though he had made sure that his entire essence and energy stores were separated from the Primordials, he had also used their mould to shape himself into what he was.

Without this influence, it would have been impossible for the Primordials to take control over his destiny as easily as they did. On the surface, it might appear that the Primordials had outmaneuvered Eos at every turn, but it was much deeper than that; they had practically taken over his destiny.

He was not a mortal whose destiny could be easily changed because of the flexible nature of their soul; no, Rowan was a fundamental concept given form and a mind of its own, and the only way he was deceived for so long was because he was made to believe certain limitations.

Rowan was the sun, and for so long, he had been conditioned to believe that he was the moon, and beliefs in many ways shape reality. He accepted that he could only give out moonlight, or that he was affected by the gravity of the planets that revolved around him, rather than the other way round.

Inside Reality, there was no higher power than the Primordials, nobody he could go to for guidance, and meeting Eosah had been like receiving a warm blanket in a snowstorm. Eos’s power had multiplied, and he began to think that he might have found a way to escape under the thumbs of the Primordials, but as this turned out to be a trap, he ought to recheck everything he knew about everything.

Still, it did not take long for Eos to begin to understand that this task might be impossible, simply because he had no frame of reference to pull from. He was a sun that had never met any other suns; all history had been wiped away, and all knowledge had been altered.

Even if he was to use only his consciousness power to slowly refine his abilities from the ground up, there would still be gaps in his knowledge base, and although Eos believed he would be able to fill in those gaps, it would take a great amount of time, several dozen of Cosmic Eras in the least, and although Eos recognized that in the grand scheme of things that number was extremely small, he would not be given the time to accomplish these goals.

The Primordials may have left, but he was still being watched. closely.

His battle with them was a farce, and Rowan had no desire to pursue conquest inside Eosah’s Reality any longer. It was a waste of energy, and he imagined the Primordials looking down at his efforts with a sick amusement, like a dog thrown a bone, just for him to keep his mind occupied.

Rowan was not able to follow the tracks of the Primordials when they left, but Eos was able to do so. His body was inside Limbo, and he only needed to wave his hand, and he could see how their paths had torn a hole through Limbo that could never be healed.

By playing with forces he could not understand, Eos might have eaten the hunger of the Primordials, but he had not taken away their madness that burned everything it touches; instead, he had just made everything worse.

Limbo was infinite, and to find a sense of direction was difficult, but Eos could not shake the feeling that the Primordials were not heading for the Cradle of Enoch; instead, they must be heading for someplace he might be familiar with, the domain of the Beast of Final Rest, Death.

If there was one being in all of Limbo who had the chance to defeat the Primordials, then it would be Death itself, but Eos doubted that with the present state of the Primordials, if Death would have the upper hand.

However, the domain of Death was vast, and for the Primordials to defeat the entity, they would have to fight through a nigh infinite realm that their endless desire for destruction had aided in its strengthening.

Like the Primordials themselves, Death, the Beast of Final Rest, was never meant to become this powerful in such a short time. The natural process by which Realities met their end was a very long process, and the possibilities of a Reality naturally perishing were very slim.

If Limbo had an original designer, then Eos assumed that the end of every Reality was supposed to be a grand event for the Beast of Final Rest. Only in moments like this should it be able to feast as it wanted, and even though all of existence would end one day, that time would be so distant that life itself may have evolved into something different. Perhaps even the need for death might be eliminated.

But the Primordials had killed so many Realities in such a short period that Death had grown truly powerful, and instead of using its power to stop the Primordials from affecting the balance, it had subtly encouraged their actions.

Perhaps death believed that the Primordials would be stuck as ravenous beasts forever, and would never be of much threat to its dominion. Eos a third party observer had seen the hunger of the Primordials and told Death that it should not belive that the Primordials would uphold its interest forever.

Still, Eos was not surprised when Death began working with him to undermine the Primordials, but it was too late, and the blame partly fell on the hands of Death.

A part of Eos’s mind was waiting for the inevitable summoning from Death, and if he was going to answer it. He was not a fool. Death must have known about the dangers that Eos would suffer in the hands of the Primordials; perhaps it would not have known every detail correctly, but it should have been able to tell that Eos did not know the full story.

But for whatever reason, Death did not tell him the entire truth, maybe because it wanted Eos to be broken and have no choice but to look for its hands for help, or maybe it was for something else, but whatever the reason might be for its silence, Eos prayed that it would not come to haunt Death.