The Primordial Record-Chapter 2124: The War At The Dawn of Ending (7)

All of the Ancient Primordials had arrived inside the Hollow, and Eos knew that he would not be able to deceive Elgorath for long. Primordial Memory had been here long enough to fully confirm the dissipation of Death’s Origin Essence, and although he was still sensing that the restrictions inside of Death still remained, he would soon understand that the only reason these restrictions remained was that someone who was capable of manipulating the proto-dimension on a profound level had taken them out.

Eos did not know if Elgorath would suspect Nyxara of doing such a thing, but he could only guess at their relationship. Still, it did not matter, not if he killed Elgorath and took him apart to understand who this Primordial really was.

There was a strange game that was being played here, and either all the Ancient Primordials were in on it or not, or some of them were no longer who they were before.

Eos did not think this was strange. Even among the greatest of his children, there were impostors, and understanding the nature of Existence, he knew that the Painter saw all life inside Existence as tools, and he should not be surprised if the Ancient Primordials were tools as well.

Eos was about to make his move when he sensed it... like the cold hand of a corpse touching your back at night... Enoch was here.

His presence meant the circle was complete; the stage may shift, but the main players were here, as the Primogenitor of this madness had returned.

That meant many things to Eos, but what it truly meant for him was that he could stop holding back.

If Enoch had returned then most of his hidden plans would be easily discerned by him, and he could not outmaneuver the destroyer of Existence as he could do to the Ancient Primordials, chiefly because, he was sure that Enoch, End and the Painter had a much closer relationship than any of the Ancient Primordials, except Nyxara and Elgorath... these two were the most suspicious.

Eos was not the only one to sense the return of Enoch; all the Ancient Primordials were also aware of his presence being etched into the fabrics of Existence, and Nyxara no longer hid herself. Her body was pushed into reality, and she looked up with anger and regret in her eyes.

She had been so close to getting all she wanted before his return, and now, due to the stubbornness and trickery of Eos, she was too late.

"Ah, there you are, sister," Xyris called out, slowly picking up his broken body from the ground, "You have felt it as well; he has returned, so do you know what it means?"

Nyxara looked at the broken body of Xyris. The thoughts in her mind were unknown, and she looked at Eos, and she smiled, "We drop all our hidden grievances, and we take down this abomination. He holds the power we all need, and we can keep it away from Enoch’s hand."

Elograth looked over at Nyxara with puzzlement in his eyes, "Tell me, sister, who was the one who killed the Beast?"

Nyxara sighed, "Did the two of you not see him standing over its cooling corpse? Why do you ask such nonsensical questions, Elgorath? At this time, your games are not needed."

A sudden laughter from Eos made all the Ancient Primordials turn towards him, "Oh, there is a reason he asks these questions, Nyxara... it is because of this."

While speaking, Eos had brought out wriggling restrictions that resembled tiny black serpents that hissed and spat, but no matter how they struggled, they could not escape his hand. These were the restrictions planted inside the body of Death, which would alert the Temple of End if it was alive or dead.

Eos had ripped it out of the body of the Beast before he killed it, and with the lingering power of the Origin of Death around the restrictions, it would take a long time for it to decay, and the true status of Death would be finally confirmed.

When Eos brought out these restrictions, he observed that Elgorath instantly went pale, and the rest of the Ancient Primordials looked confused.

At their level of power, they could sense the distortion inside Eos’s palm, but they could not see the Proto-Dimensions. Nyxara was frowning deeply, and there seemed to be flashes of pain in her eyes, and Eldrithor’s eyes were glowing as he kept looking deeper at what was in Eos’s hand... it seemed among all the Ancient Primordials, Eldrithor possessed hidden insight that the rest may lack.

Elgorath whispered, "How could you have access to this power?"

And with that statement, the rest of the Ancient Primordials turned towards him, confusion in their bodies.

"Did you have fun when you were fighting me and running through the proto-dimension like a rat, Elgorath?" Eos teased him, and he crushed the restriction in his hands, causing a frightening shockwave and a high shriek that even the Primordials who were not aware of what he held could hear.

Elgorath flinched, and fear filled his eyes, and he screamed in anger, "You fucking worm, how dare you touch the dimensions of your creators?!"

"My creators? Interesting..." Eos stroked his chin, "It would seem that I overestimated your wisdom, Elgorath. Even now, you are still not realizing what is about to happen."

A thousand thoughts went through Elgorath’s mind in this brief moment, and his eyes began to widen with realization. He had barely been able to hold back Eos with the assistance of Xyris when he was using the power of the Proto-Dimensions, but that was even when this bastard was holding back and pretending that he could not access the Proto-Dimensions and allowing himself to be hurt.

This could only mean that from the beginning, Eos was already aware of his understanding of the Proto-Dimensions, and the bastard had even hinted at it earlier in the fight, causing him to panic and fight like a madman. He had always been playing to the tune of Eos, and this knowledge made Elgorath want to vomit his guts in anger.

Xylos grabbed Elgorath by his shoulders, squeezing painfully, "What is going on here, brother?" his voice was sickly sweet, but the rage and hatred in them was visible.

They would be fools not to know that Elgorath and Eos were on a level that they did not understand; they had been left behind, and Elgorath seemed to be the key to the whole thing.

Turning toward his brother, Elgorath seemed a bit panicked, and then the fear vanished from his eyes as he seemed to come to a realization, and then he sneered, "I was not your brother, you pathetic wretch, the fool died long ago as he consumed the memories of Realities. He saw what should not be seen, and he perished... If you know what is good for you, continue your role like you were always meant to do, and you shall live to enjoy the fruits of this Existence, else, I am sure there are many others that would want to wear your putrid skin."