The Primordial Record

Chapter 2085  The Golem

The moment Eos sensed that the heavens above this terrible battle were opening, he charged the Archais who were spectating the battle and transmitting them in real time to the Origin Realms to retreat further.

Every action of the Temple of End was made in the shadows, and they had not revealed themselves since this Existence began. Obviously, things were changing, and if this unknown power was willing to reveal itself at the moment, Eos expected that their response would not be simple.

For the Archai to retreat was to protect them, while also giving him more depth and understanding of the battlefield.

His gaze travelled upward to the perfect crack that had appeared in the fabric of Existence, which looked like it was made by a sharp blade, as the incision was one of the cleanest he had ever seen, representing the height of understanding of dimensional rules that dwarfed his own.

The battle below created calmitious explosions that would not cease even if trillions of years go by, but from that fissure in the heavens, absolute silence poured out that was so condensed it took the form of light. It was the concept of silence made manifest.

A hush seemed to fall over all of Existence, as even the breathing of the Ancient Primordials’ breathing, even their heartbeats, seemed to have stopped mid-motion. Such was the powerful force of silence that had descended that even though the eyes of the Archai were watching the battle, the silence threatened to spread into the hall Eos and the Primordials were using to spectate the battle.

“Interesting… is this the core concept of Lumen, or something else that he has created?” Eos thought, “Silence is an odd choice for a concept; however, I can see its appeal and power.”

However, Eos knew that this silence was simply a herald of what was to come; it was simply the aura that had escaped from the crack in the heavens, and he was not wrong. However, what dropped from the heavens surprised him as well as the Ancient Primordials, who had retreated a bit to analyze this unknown third party.

From the cracks in the heavens, stones emerged. However, as these stones emerged, it was soon revealed that they were pillars.

Eos’s eyes widened a bit when he noticed that he recognized these pillars, and they were parts of the Temple of End. Was the Temple descending into Limbo to protect Death? Was the Beast that valuable to their plans that they would leave their place of safety outside of Existence? This might complicate things a bit and ruin his plans.

With these thoughts in his head, Eos observed the descending pillars of the Temple. He noted that he could not figure out its material, meaning that these pillars, in some ways, transcended all the concepts of this Existence, and reminded him of the frozen moment between life and oblivion. Each block on this pillar was taller than a galaxy, blacker than any void, etched with runes that hurt to perceive because they described the exact shape of multiple endings. The last time he entered the Temple of End, Rowan, his Incarnation had not been able to see everything about the Temple, and Eos was now seeing a new side of it, and perhaps the reason why it was called the Temple of End.

Lumen had carved all of the endings of Existence that it knew on the walls of these Temples, and there were a lot. This revealed to Eos that while the wings of Enoch had not lied to him, they had not told him the entire truth either.

He had been meant to believe that there had been previous Existences, but had not been given the full amount. The true scope and scale of the past were hidden because if Eos had known how deep the rabbit hole went, some of the decisions he had made in the past would have been changed.

His mind still focused on piecing out every clue he could discern from these descending pillars, Eos cocked his head in surprise as the pillars began to assemble themselves, but it was not in the shape of the temple, but something else.

Piece by colossal piece, these pillars locked together in mid-air, grinding against one another with a sound like the death of every universe at once. From these arrangements, shoulders formed, then a torso and arms like mountain ranges. Legs extended and were rooted in the fabric of Existence itself. And above it all, a faceless head crowned with a crown of frozen screams.

The crown was screaming, but with the concept of silence that heavily cloaked this creature, the screams were silent.

A single word echoed in Eos’s mind as he saw this construct… Golem.

The Temple of End had sent a response, and it was a Golem.

It had no eyes or mouth; there was only a single vertical slit across its “face” like a hairline fracture that began glowing with the pale, cold light of absolute termination. When this line began to glow, even through the distance, Eos could feel that the Golem was now awake, and it took a single step forward.

Knowing how strong this creature could be was hard, since it was made from stone, and not just any stone; it was a stone that no concept in Existence recognized.

Its body was easily the size of the Beast at its peak, yet it moved with terrifying, deliberate grace. When it stepped forward, entire Regions of Death simply ceased to exist beneath its foot, erased so cleanly that not even dust remained, and it settled above the dying Beast of Final Rest.

The Beast, on the brink of dissolution, let out a rattling wheeze of relief. One trembling tendril reached toward the Golem like a child seeking its parent.

“Lumen… you answered my cries. Please take me home.”

Nyxara’s eyes widened in fury and hunger at the thought that her prey was about to escape from her. “No!”

Her howls of rage shattered existence as her wings transformed into the same lance of corrupted dawn and soul-devouring black light that she had previously used against the Beast, but this time, she was not aiming for Death but for the Golem.

The corrupted power of Nyxara, shattered Existence, and drove straight for the Golem’s chest. The impact should have shattered a thousand Realities and would have killed as many Primordials, but the Golem… it did not even flinch.

Eos was not the only one stunned when he watched this; even the Ancient Primordials were as well.

The moment her wing touched its stone flesh, the light from it…died. The corrupted radiance simply snuffed out against the Temple stone, absorbed into the absolute finality of the material, and Eos observed that the crown over the Golem’s head seemed to bulge with power, as more screaming faces appeared.

Suddenly, these faces stopped screaming, and they all turned towards Nyxara, and they grinned. It was unknown the method of attack that was used, but Nyxara was hurled backward, screaming as her own stolen power turned against her, burning black veins across her chest in fractal patterns of unmaking.