After fighting so many battles over countless eons, Rowan had made battle into an art form, and he no longer had to deliberate on his actions; his body, magnificent and incredibly complex, already knew what to do, and every part of him worked together in harmony.
In the background was Eos, whose mind held everything in the palm of his hand; he directed the path Rowan was following, and Rowan reviewed it and saw that this plan was viable. He now had a weapon, and it was ti to do the first test. All of these thoughts were instantaneous, and there was no delay from the mont he opened his eyes and began his battle.
Rowan heard the voice of Telmus, and it touched his heart, as he spoke what should be his dying words, "How many tis have I given my life for you, but no matter... it is worth it."
’You have given more than enough,’ Rowan thought, ’You have every right to rest.’
But Rowan would not accept it, and he placed a hand on Telmus’s shoulders, and with this contact, flooded the dying soul and essence with the vitality of Eos, a Will that could never be erased.
"Thank you," Rowan said, "But you can not leave, not yet. Your duty has not ended... Let show you what this creature fears, and with this knowledge, know that it is not worthy to scrape the heels of your boot."
Telmus like Rowan was in sync to the tides of battle, and hearing Rowan’s words, he did not even hesitate, he reached across to the child and grabbed him, pulling him closer while grunting in pain as the hand of the abomination was wrapped around his heart and was crushing it, and so every move he had made had brought with it relentless tide of pain, but Telmus had to keep the abomination close, because he could sense that his heart, held in the grip of the abomination was changing from Rowan’s touch.
Knowledge was power, and this state of reality was fully expressed in the higher dinsions, where concepts were given form and wielded. Without understanding the proper nature of things, the immortals at this level had no weapon to fight.
The abomination had attacked using the dying cries of Hundun, which held the sorrow and inevitable defeat of the first Reality in existence. Now that Rowan knew the source of this danger, he did not have to blindly throw power into it in the hopes that he would be durable enough to withstand the blow. This was the path he had been taking most of his life, and now it was ti to change that.
He understood what Enoch was about to use against him, and through Telmus’s heart, he responded.
The heart detonated. Not with fire. Not with light.
But with mory.
Every Reality that had ever been devoured in the na of the Abomination, every scream it had ever swallowed, every light it had ever extinguished, was shown to him, and for a mont, this mory gave it strength, and the face of the Abomination warped in confusion and exhilaration in equal asures.
Rowan had discovered that Enoch thrived off chaos, and displaying such a mory to him was nothing but feeding the raging inferno of his madness, but this was just a mont, because Rowan knew there was sothing more... sothing Enoch was denying... and he showed him the mory he was running away from...
Rowan showed him Hundun, completed, as he had always ant to be, and then this mory did not end as it did for the first Reality; instead, Hundun slowly opened his eyes and turned towards the Abomination, piercing its entire being with his gaze...
The Abomination froze for a mont and scread, disbelief and fear in its eyes, as the joys of feasting on chaos had vanished.
Hundun was never given the chance to be born, but Eos, who was also a Reality born outside the manipulations of Enoch, had awakened, and he knew the process of his birth, and so it was very easy to duplicate the mory of his awakening and place it over the fra of Hundun.
The Abomination bloated, cracked, and folded in on itself like paper in fla while its scream beca more ragged and harsh. It’s perfect child-sized body distended until it was mountain-sized again, then galaxy-sized, supercluster, universe, until it had reached the size of Eosah’s Reality, and yet it was still expanding.
The Abomination thrived on chaos and destruction; it did not care for life or death, but only the endless transformation of everything in between these two states of being. Hundun represented order; he was the firm workings of infinite parts coming together for one common goal, and this went against what the Abomination represented.
It scread with ten thousand heads that no longer fit inside one throat, and Telmus was blown into the distance, his body could not hold the channeling of this concept, because he had glimpsed the barest portion of Hundun, and he had nearly gone insane. Telmus was once again reminded that Rowan and Eos were dealing with problems that they could not share, because none of them were capable of bearing this burden with him, no matter how much he said the opposite.
His body would heal, and he would master the third level of his Origin, and then he would go for the fourth, and he would not be stopping here, he would find the fifth, the sixth... he would keep going deeper until it was enough, and then he would still keep going forward until he had more than enough to crush the enemies that would make them slaves and wretches.
Rowan looked at the bloated body of the Abomination; it had not been imdiately killed, but it was dying nonetheless... Order and unity in its purest form had been shot through its veins, and it was poison to all that it was.
In addition to this, the body of a broken and dead Reality was a poor material to forge a body with, and its resources had been exhausted, and now it could only perish in pain. Its body expanded until it was ten tis the size of Eosah Reality, and like a massive postule that seed on the verge of explosion, the Abomination reached its limit... then it began to rapidly deflate, with black ash pouring from its pores like rain.
The cries of the Abomination grew softer until a dozen massive yellow eyes turned to Rowan, "How did you... Where is he? Does he live?... No, it is impossible. Tell , Rowan... Tell the truth, or I shall drag it out of you!"
Rowan remained silent as he watched the Abomination fall into the embrace of nothing while wrapped in the embrace of order. There was nothing this creature feared more, and if Rowan was a being that luxuriated in the pain and fear of others, he would be positively glowing like the sun from the waves of fear erupting from the Abomination.
From its impossibly massive size, it shrank to a creature as small as an apple, with dozens of yellow eyes that were beginning to lt like running eggs, peering with hate and fear at Rowan,
"It is not over, Rowan, and your rights to life have just expired... I will be coming for you."
In response, Rowan closed his eyes and reached for the fourth level of the Origin of Space, "I will be waiting, Enoch."
The Abomination vanished with a scream of rage.
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