The Primordial Record

Chapter 2128  The Forge of Shattered Realm

Beneath and before Eos, multiple dimensional spaces were shattered from the sheer force of his deceleration. He hung in the void, chest heaving, although he had no chest, no lungs, no need to breathe; the gesture was habit, a memory of mortality that Eos refused to kill, and with a quiet chuckle, Eos looked up.

“How foolish… foolish… foolish…” His crown whispered, “You shall die screaming.”

Elgorath that was previously Primordial Memory was now just Memory, because his memories had exceeded the concept of this Existence, and he was already standing before Eos, as he had pursued him after unleashing his first strike, but only as he stood close to Eos did the full magnificence of this being before him enter his sight, and even a Luminious like him nearly froze.

Then, with a roar, Elgorath tore off the lie that he had also worn for a long time as he limited himself to the level of an Ancient Primordial.

What appeared before Eos was an infinite library, but the library was screaming. Every book was a throat, every shelf was a ribcage, every page was a tongue, and every tongue was screaming the names of the forgotten dead.

“YOU,” Memory said, and his voice was every conversation that had ever been forgotten, “ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST!”

With that roar of anger, the Luminious lunged at Eos, carrying a weight that defied Existence itself. The body of the Luminious carried the accumulated gravity of all conscious experience across the many Existences there have ever been, pressing down on Eos’s form. Ten billion billion dead Realities filled with memory, of identity, of being remembered, all focused on a single point.

This move was so ridiculous that, except for Nyxara, no one else inside Existence would survive it, and Eos’s body compressed under the power of a Luminious.

It was unknown how many Immortals in all of Existence would claim that they had fought against a Luminious, but in this current Existence, Eos was the first being who was receiving the full strike of power from a Luminious.

Under the compression of this power, his prismatic shadows flattened, and with a resounding crack, his too-many joints snapped. His suggestion of a face warped until it was almost a real face, and this face was screaming in real agony; however, the sound of that cry was extremely strange, as if a trillion trillion voices were screaming at the same time.

Some of the screams were mocking, some held real agony, and others almost seemed disinterested.

“YOU ARE NOTHING!” Primordial Memory roared. “YOU ARE A CORRUPTION! A GLITCH! AN ERROR IN THE COSMIC ARCHIVE! AND ERRORS MUST BE—”

Eos punched.

In his life, Eos had thrown many punches, but this was the first time he was using his body in this manner. This punch carried the Will of an Omniversal Titan, and his fist was still human-shaped, because some lies were too useful to abandon, and it slammed into the face of the library. However, the moment the fist touched the face, it wasn’t a fist anymore; it had transformed into the Gate of A Thousand Eyes, and every eye looked at Memory, causing damage that went before the physical.

Memory screamed.

The Gate of A Thousand Eyes was one of the unique abilities that Eos had developed from his innate nature, and it was a portal of un-making, born from all the deaths he had seen and participated, and Eos had seen a lot, and participated in a lot, and this power was a window into the place where things went when they stopped being true.

When a thousand eyes looked at Memory, they didn’t just see it, they witnessed it, and in the witnessing, they made it real, made it finite… made Memory killable.

Eos had been watching all the Ancient Primordials, learning their powers and weaknesses, and over the years, he had already gained the weapons he needed for all of them.

Memory was a Luminious and killing him may be complicated, but Eos had already gained everything he needed to kill true immortals with a simple plan: what can I use to kill myself?

With the unique understanding he had over Memory that Eos had been accumulating from the beginning, using the arrogance of the Ancient Primordials and painful experiences, he would be killing a Luminious today!

“What—what are you DOING?” Memory shrieked, his form rippling as parts of it began to fade. “You’re making me real! You’re giving me limits! I am not a damned mongrel, I am not a fucking Primordial… S TOP THIS! We are Eternals Eos. Why would you betray your roots?”

“Because,” Eos growled, pulling himself forward through the crushing weight of memory, “you can’t kill what has no limits, but you can destroy what has them. I do not care for your arrogance or your root, I just want you to die.”

Eos reached into his chest and pulled, and from it the Enochian Crucible emerged, the Forge of Shattered Realms.

Over the many billions of years that he practiced in areas of still-time, he began to change and master all the techniques he had gained through his ascension and evolution. He changed what he found meaningless to him, and enhanced what he wanted… slowly, over the years, his powers multiplied almost exponentially, but in the eyes of everyone, Eos was just an Old One; only he understood the ridiculous potential of the Omniversal Titan and all the abilities he had accumulated from a mortal to this moment.

The Forge of Shattered Realms that he summoned from his chest was a part of his true self. His ribs opened like furnace doors, and inside, Existence itself was being melted down and recast.

He grabbed Memory by his throat, or rather, he grabbed the concept of its throat, the place where its identity condensed into something tangible, and he shoved it into the Crucible.

Memory fought. Fear and regret in his being as he was pulled towards the crucible of unmaking.

He flailed with the weight of everything that had ever been known, and struck with the force of every forgotten god’s last thought. Memory bit with the teeth of every erased civilization, and these attacks landed on Eos’s body with so much power that the truth beneath the lie was revealed, and each blow tore something loose from him.