The Primordial Record-Chapter 2123: The War At The Dawn of Ending (6)

More than a hundred million years ago, when the Abomination with a sliver of Enoch’s consciousness had fought against Eos, it had fled to hide from its enemies, knowing that with the present state of Existence, it would be nearly impossible for Enoch to gain a suitable body for his consciousness if he were to return.

The body of Eos had always been his goal. After the foolish destruction of Hundun, Enoch needed a suitable vessel for his consciousness, and this Abomination was the key.

During its previous battle, the direction of the Abomination’s evolution was to resist the powers of its opponents, as it grew stronger and faster to resist Eos’s speed and strength; however, after it escaped, the direction for its evolution changed... it was to become the perfect vessel for Enoch.

Without access to the supreme form of Eos, Enoch had to build his own from scratch, and it was a good thing he was able to acquire some portion of Enoch’s unique structure from drinking the blood of Rowan.

He did not have access to the original, but even if he did, there was nothing Enoch would be able to do about it because the base material he was using would not be able to replicate the complicated structure of Eos’s form.

Still, it did not matter that he did not get his hand on Eos’s body template, as he still had the advantage of creating a body with no weakness, and he could push part of its to levels that would shatter the future potential of the body, but this did not matter, because this body was created for this war alone, and its wellbeing for the future was not calculated into the position.

Enoch’s consciousness descended over his shell, and its new form towered like a mountain of living obsidian, veined with pulsing golden light and shadowed with the Tenth’s silver.

Its shape shifted constantly, one moment a humanoid titan with wings of starlight, the next a writhing mass of tentacles and eyes that saw through dimensions, then a sleek predator with claws that could rend reality.

Its skin rippled with scales of adaptive armor, and muscles coiled with infinite potential. This body had been made to evolve against any threat, absorb any power, and become anything needed to survive.

When necessary, this chain locking this body’s potential could be pushed even higher in the face of unknown circumstances.

Enoch’s consciousness hovered before it, resembling a luminous cloud that dwarfed the vessel yet felt drawn to it like a moth to flame.

"My vessel," Enoch thought, his voice a resonance that shook the walls of Existence itself, "An abomination, yes. But one of my making. You shall be the key to breaking the curse I wrought."

He confirmed that it was exactly how he designed it. Forged from Rowan’s battle-hardened essence, infused with the unbreakable will of the Luminious, tempered by the power of End and the light of the tenth dimension.

This perfect receptacle of his will was capable of even holding the will of the Great Hand for a moment without shattering.

Feeling a sensation of impatience that he knew was not coming from him, Enoch began his fusion, and all of Existence began to shake.

The moment the fusion began, every great power inside Existence felt it, but they were too tied in their battle to easily interrupt this fusion.

However, this was not the only danger to him; scattered across Existence were the arrangements made by Eos and the Ancient Primordials, and Enoch could already feel them rushing towards his position like flies scenting the rot from a corpse.

A single wave from his consciousness sent multiple parallel dimensions to surround his position, and he focused back on his fusion as the arrangements sent against him were swamped into an endless parallel reality, and even if this would not hold them forever, there was nothing left that could stop his fusion.

Enoch’s consciousness slowly flowed into the vessel. From a visual standpoint, it could be observed that the golden wisps of his consciousness were seeping into the obsidian skin.

The vessel stirred, eyes opening, thousands of them, glowing with the light of End, and the essence of something deeper. Then his consciousness touched the part of him that was left inside the vessel, and the fusion ignited with a roar that sent a strange light that rippled throughout all of Existence, causing all things to stand still as a fear they had all forgotten began to return.

That irrational fear in the heart of everyone that they could not explain away, no matter how knowledgeable or older they became... It was on this day that everyone in Existence knew that their fears were not irrational, and in the depths of their being, they recognized the light of their creator... and this light screamed that it hated them.

The light brightened and also dimmed at the same time as his ancient will merged with the abomination’s endless potential, and for the first time in a long time, Enoch began to grin as pain lanced through him.

He was giving birth to himself, and he was feeling both physical and existential pain, as his scattered essence compressed into form.

The vessel’s muscles bulged, adapting, evolving to contain his might. From his back, wings sprouted, vast, feathered in starlight and shadow, beating once and sending shockwaves that made Existence tremble.

Enoch’s fusion deepened. His consciousness flooded the vessel’s core as the abomination’s heart began beating with the rhythm of his own original design, which was the perfect representation of Enoch’s base template as a Luminious.

Its Evolution surged as skin hardened to unbreakable diamond-veins, eyes multiplied to see through every dimension, and claws extended to rend the canvas of Existence itself. He felt the last of the Abomination consciousness fade away, leaving only him, Enoch, behind, and the supreme body gave one last roar of defiance before its will vanished.

Suddenly, the vast body of the Abomination shrank, leaving behind a man with glorious white wings that burned with blue flame. He had long white hair, and his eyes were the most brilliant shade of blue in Existence.

With his bare feet, Enoch walked upon the flesh of Existence again.

"Weep, for all that you know is now lost... the maker has returned."