The Primordial Record

Chapter 2186  I Am Here

TEN THOUSAND ORIGIN REALMS.

It was a good thing that the soul of Existence had suppressed the hunger of the horde, because with every new Luminious that entered Existence, the breach above the Origin Realms tore open wider than it had ever been, wider than Existence itself could bear. And the soul of Existence was working overtime to increase the expansion of Existence, slowing down its integration with Existence, but even though this was disadvantageous to him, it was not all bad news, as an increased expansion meant that the power of Origin was growing as well, and the barrier over the higher layers of Origin was loosened.

All across the Origin Realms, multiple Primordials stuck at the peak of their layer began to see the path forward. Although there was not enough time for them to reach it, the promise of advancement after such a long time with no hope gave them renewed strength of the possibilities ahead if they could hold on to their hope in victory.

But the enemy in front of them… it was stealing all that hope.

The ten thousand realms shuddered, their shields cracking, and their defenders screaming as the weight of what was emerging pressed down on them like a mountain.

More Incarnations perished as they kept the Origin Realms safe, as Enoch’s form began to expand and become.

One of his greatest weaknesses had been his flesh. He wanted to build it from Eos’s body, but he had to make do with just the bodies of Realities that he had tainted before he was imprisoned inside End.

Essentially, he had been here with his soul, and now he had finally gained what he needed to evolve. Enoch was not holding back and used the body of Luminious Veil as the base for his growth. At this moment, it was unknown if that body would be better for him than trying to build a new body from the base of Eos’s flesh.

At this moment, it was unknown if that body would be better for him than trying to build a new body from the base of Eos’s flesh.

The cathedral of suffering that was his body opened its doors, and through them poured the fragments, Echo, Stillness, Emptiness, Paradox, Sorrow, each one a different flavor of the same hunger, each one a different face of the same end.

They did not resist. They had been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time, since the Great One had shattered them and scattered them across the void, and they had fallen under the power of Nyxara.

Enoch’s form absorbed them one by one, each fusion adding a new layer to his being, a new dimension to his hunger, and a new certainty to his purpose.

With Echo, his voice became the sound of every scream that had ever been silenced, every word that had never been spoken, every truth that had been buried in the dark.

With Stillness, his movement became the absence of motion, the freeze before the fall, the moment between the heartbeat and death.

With Emptiness, his hunger became absolute, a void that could not be filled, a need that could not be satisfied, a want that had no end.

With Paradox, his form became impossible, existing and not existing, beginning and ending, here and there and everywhere.

With Sorrow, his purpose became clear: he would cause grief. The grief of a creator who had lost everything. The grief of a father who had watched his children die. The grief of a being who had been alone for longer than Existence had existed.

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And at the center of it all, the core, Enoch himself, became something that had never existed before in this Existence or any other.

He was becoming the Luminious Whole.

The being that the Great One had shattered at the beginning of everything. The being that had been waiting to be reborn since the first End swallowed the first Existence. The being that would end all things and make them new.

There was just one more part of himself that was missing.

In the future that had changed, something different had happened, and Eos had been fighting all five of these Luminious; now, all of these Luminious had been absorbed by Enoch.

That means only one thing had happened. Nyxara, Luminious Veil, had won in that future. She must have consumed the seventh layer of Origin and absorbed the powers of Enoch.

While she would not have his ability to seemingly endlessly absorb End, she was able to link with all of these bodies and gave them life, and whatever the effect of that war, it had led to the end of all things.

Now that the future had changed, and something else had taken its place, it was unknown if this future was even worse.

Still, what could be worse than the death of Eos, the Origin Realms, and the end of all things?

Enoch opened his eyes, all of them…

The thousand eyes that had been scattered across the fragments, the million eyes that had been sleeping in the darkness, the billion eyes that had been watching since the beginning of time, and he saw… Everything.

He saw the ten thousand Origin Realms, each one a vast Reality teeming with life. He saw the New Primordials fighting and dying and being reborn.

What a fascinating thing to watch, as Eos was bypassing the power of End and placing the life and death of the Primordials in a constant loop, avoiding the ultimate silencer and holding up this entire Era by himself.

He saw the Incarnations of Eos burning themselves to ash to hold back his armies and his will. He saw the soul of Existence, still fighting, still hoping, still refusing to end.

Then a billion eyes turned to a spot in Existence, and he saw Eos.

The flesh…. The truth…. The lie.

Standing at the edge of the Hollow, his body still healing, his crow blooming with flowers, and his arms still reaching toward the breach.

“You’re too late,” Enoch said. “I am whole. I am complete. I am the end that your creator feared. And you…” He reached out, and his hand was like the void that waited after the last light, “…you are mine.”

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Eos tore into Existence and looked at the immensity of the being that Enoch had become, and for a moment, he allowed himself to feel fear.

This fear was not of death or failure, but the fragile sense that he may have made a mistake, and perhaps he had waited too long, that he had lost

It was impossible not to feel this sort of fear at the moment, and he allowed himself to feel it, just so he would truly understand the price for failure, and then he pushed this fear aside.

Turning his back to Enoch, Eos looked at his Origin Realms, and he smiled, “By all that is precious, my children and all their works are beautiful.”

He closed his eyes, and he reached for his soul.

The soul of Existence, the light that had been fighting Enoch alone, the light that had been holding back the end, the light that had been dying, felt the call and answered.

“I am here,” the soul said as it released a golden strand of light that touched his fingertips. “I have always been here. I will always be here. I am you, and you are me, and together we are Existence.”

Eos’s body began to change.