The Primordial Record-Chapter 2119: The War At The Dawn of Ending (2)

Victorious Genesis, Circe, and Fury were coming from the future, and they had seen various events that all pointed to one moment where everything seemed to have gone wrong.

Most of the wars and the calamities they had seen as they returned through the river of time made no sense. People they had expected to die were living, and those who could live had died.

They had long stopped trying to understand what was happening, because nothing made sense anymore, and they only tried to record everything to the best of their ability, knowing that a more superior mind was needed to analyze the madness they were witnessing.

Still, everything that went wrong pointed to one period in Existence that stretched for approximately a billion years, where Eos had been ambushed from without and within, and even under the excessive opposition, he had performed many shocking acts that had broken Existence as they knew it.

One of those signs of breakage was that there seemed to be multiple versions of different immortals living inside Existence. The three Primordials had noticed this odd fact when some of the familiar people they met along their journey had been very different from what they knew, and time could not be responsible for that change.

For example, Fury had met a version of himself that was not a Primordial even in the future and had fused his bloodline to those of dragons and phoenixes, and this was one of the least drastic changes they saw.

A shocking shockwave erupted in the distance that took all of them, placing their energy together, including burning their Origin to resist this power, and what was most interesting was that this shockwave was coming from the past and erupting into the future.

Fury turned to Victorious Ascension with shock in his eyes. That force that swept past them was quite simple; it was just pure force, clean and precise, and they could sense the power of Eos from that force.

Victorious Genesis mutely nodded in shock at this truth, "Damn..." he whispered, "Did Eos just punch someone so hard that the shockwave from that blow travelled from the present into the damned future?!"

This... this was the power of the layer beyond the fourth that they chased, but was it all there was to it? Somehow, Victorious Genesis did not believe that even if he had access to the fifth or even tenth layer of his Origin, he would be capable of ever throwing a punch like that.

Another shockwave resounded through Existence, and the river of time began to shatter. For a long moment, the only thing the Primordials could do was to fight for their survival, even though they were so far away from this battle that they were not even in the same time it was being fought!

It was hard to make a Primordial feel fear, but the shockwave erupting from that distant battle was beyond anything they had ever felt before.

They knew that beyond the Ancient Primordials, there were other presences that Eos could not tell them about, because the very knowledge of their names was enough for them to go insane.

From the emanations from this distant battle, they knew that Eos was not just fighting the Ancient Primordial, but this unknown power as well.

"We need to survive this battle... more than anything, Eos needs to know who struck the blow that brought him down."

Circe, in an act of bravery, began to burn everything she had to stabilize their anchors to the present. After all this time, she had come to realize that it was almost impossible for her to die, and she took advantage of this.

Millions of years passed as they fought through the shockwaves of the distant battle, which began to slowly subside. It was no longer as frequent, but the blows seemed to be deeper and held a hint of pain, rage, and bitterness.

However, the timelines had been shattered, and the river of time had become a knot of thorns. Every moment that had ever been or would ever be was tangled together, bleeding into each other. Past and future writhed in agony. Cause and effect had become cannibals, devouring each other in loops of impossible paradox.

Dimensions that had not yet been born cast shadows over Realities that had died billions of cosmic eras ago. The screams of the not-yet-conceived echoed through the halls of the long-dead.

It was madness, everything was madness, and at the center of this maelstrom, there was a silver light.

Circe did not know the reason she began to cry when she saw this light at frst and then she understood that what she was looking at was a light that they all knew.

It was light that remembered being dark. It was illumination that carried within it the blueprint of its own extinction. It was Eos, and he burned as bright as the first dawn.

His figure was so massive that it had transcended space, time, and all dimensions, and so in the far future, his figure blazed from the past. He was like the original fracture in the perfect void, the moment when nothing became something, and regretted it instantly, because it knew there would never be anything like him again... The creation of Eos and his fall caused all Existence that had been or would ever be to weep at their loss.

For a long moment, the three Primordials were stuck in awe at just seeing him like this. And they realized that the face of Eos they had always been seeing was the smallest part of him... he was something that was extremely glorious, and yet, he made himself small to be among them and called them his children.

"Remember this sight," Fury whispered, "There will never be anything like this again."

With all of their mental strength, they began to record everything that they were seeing.

Eos stood alone, surrounded by silver fires, and he was beautiful in the way that supernovae are beautiful when you are standing at their heart. He was terrible in the way that the death of a universe is terrible when you are the one who must witness it.

The Primordials could see his form, but they could not see all of it, almost as if his form was not a form, but a process, an ongoing catastrophe of becoming, a scream of existence that had been echoing since before time had a name.

Before him were massive shadows, some living, many dead. Among the dead were Ancient Primordials and beings of equal power and even greater.

However, there were six massive shadows that made the dead Ancient Primordials at Eos’s feet look like a passing thought.

"What the fuck are those?" Victorious Genesis mouth was so wide that they could swallow a star.

One of the greatest gifts of being a Primordial was the ability to obtain knowledge from the very dimensions themselves, and slowly the Primordials began to piece out the presence that stood before Eos.

They had no names, because names are for things that can be distinguished from other things, and these beings were not things. They were the predicates upon which thing-ness itself depended.

The head of Victorious Genesis exploded, and soon the others followed, but they slowly returned to life as they began to do the impossible once more, and they collected the true names and faces of the hidden ones.

Perhaps millions of years passed, or perhaps it was just a moment, but they got the name of the first being, and it was called,

«ḪŪR-UM BA-ḪAR-UM, QA-DAM KŪL-MU ZU-UM.

SĪ-LAḪ... SĪ-LAḪ-UM... pat-ḫu KŪL-RA ḪUL-LU-UM ZI-IG,

ḫar-šū KŪL-UM-MU ba-ni.»

"The One Who Was Before the First Word, whose silence was the canvas upon which all sound would eventually be painted."

This was not the first time that the Primordials had come across true names, but it was the first time they understood what the power of those names carried.

They knew that Eos had written something about true names and their power, and said that one of the greatest markers that divided them from him was the fact that he knew his true name.

Circe had the blurry memory of proclaiming Eos true name in the past, and she knew that much of the changes that had happened to her ever since were the fact that she was able to touch Eos true name in the past.

The work was not over; there were still five more names they had to remember so they could bring it to the past before the battle began.

With the experience of proclaiming true names, Circe led the rest two in breaking through the boundaries of what was known and unknown.

The knowledge of the second name came much quicker than the first, and the Primordials quickly recorded them into their bodies, and the strain of holding two true names of powers of this stature began to break their bodies.

«QA-DUM BA-ḪŪR-UM, SHA-KAL-VŪD...

ḪŪL-UM QA-DAM BA-NIŠ-TU.

ḪAR-MU... ḪAR-MU-UM...

KŪL-RA ZU-UM ba-ḫam ša-ḫul,

ZI-IG KŪL-UM-MU te-raḫ ba-ni endu-um.»

"The One Who Remembers the Shape of the Void, whose memory predated existence and therefore held within it the terrible knowledge of how everything would end."

Then the third name...

«QA-DUM BA-MI-ZAḪ... SHA-QAL NA-PŠA-TIM.

KIL-LA-UM la ba-ar-zu, la KAS-PU...

ḪA-RA-MU...

ZI-IG KŪL-RA ba-niš-tu te-bu,

ša-ra-aḫ u la-ša-ra-aḫ ba-ḫur-ru.»

"The One Who Weighs the Worth of Souls, whose scales were not made of metal but of moral gravity, bending the very fabric of right and wrong around its judgments."