For the rest of her life, Circe Boreas, the Primordial of Endless Kindling, knew that she would never forget what she saw on this day and the impact it had on her consciousness.
The head of the Archai above was already giving her a bad feeling deep in her guts that she could not push away, and when they sent out their consciousness to see the true state of Existence, that fear ca crashing down.
It was hard to pin down the full range of a Primordial consciousness because of many factors, as it was mostly dependent on the individual, but even the weakest Primordial consciousness power had reached the peak of the ninth dinsion, and they could see all of infinity.
However, infinity at the ninth-dinsional level was true infinity, and a Primordial grasp over it depended on the power of their consciousness.
Circe had expected that the mont she unveiled her consciousness, she would see a part of the month dinsion and ascertain how the war was going, however, she could see only one.
All the dinsions have fallen, and the greatest dinsional level they could see was the third dinsion.
Ti no longer existed, and anything higher than this was gone. Even the third dinsion of space was being consud, as the Primordials had witnessed when they sent out their consciousness.
Existence was no longer infinite. If it were to be asured, its size would be about that of an average galaxy, which is ridiculous when you compare what it was before now.
"Is this... the end of all things?" Fury muttered in astonishnt, "Everyone... lost."'
"That does not matter," Victorious Genesis pointed out, "We are being hunted." At the boundary of the shrieking existence was a moving wall of flesh and carapace. These creatures resembled insects, but each of them was the size of a moon, and they were the ones feasting on the third dinsion and rapidly reducing it to nothing.
When the Primordials had spread out their consciousness, it had impacted against these walls of bodies and drawn the attention of the swarm, and so of them peeled off from consuming Existence to rush towards them.
"We need to move!" Fury exclaid, but Circe looked behind her with worry at the Old One, who was at a critical point of his breakthrough,h and shook her head, "We cannot leave, and it is not just because of him; there is nowhere left to flee to, we just have to hold on and follow the plan."
"And what is the plan exactly?" Victorious Genesis roared as the swarm that had peeled off and was descending towards them numbered in the millions, and in those few monts, they had already crossed half the distance.
Fury turned towards Victorious Genesis in astonishnt, "Were you not listening to what Serene Ascension was saying before we left?"
"No," Victorious Genesis coolly replied, "I hate his voice and the way he talks, it was hard enough for not to punch him in the face every ti I see him, how do you think I have the energy to listen to a damn thing he was saying?!"
"You cannot be serious." Circe massaged the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache forming behind her eyes. Of all the Primordials in the Origin Realms, why did it have to be him? However, with danger incoming, she rapidly sent out a brief rundown of the plan.
"Because there is no thod to accurately control where we would erge, Serene Ascension designed our first leap to take us to the farthest point in ti that we could reach. Then we would only remain at that point for a short ti before we would be drawn back to the present, but on our return journey, we would be hopping across ti."
"In this manner, we can see how the war would play out and be able to create an archive that would cover anything we missed. This is the reason we brought these Old Ones along with us, it is because their souls are so malleable that they can be made into a beacon which would direct the pulling force that would be returning us to the present."
Victorious Genesis nodded in understanding, "So, we are the stone in a slingshot that has been drawn to the max, and as the tension is being slowly reduced, we return to our point of Origin and our goal as the stone is to see as much of the scenery as we can."
Circe squinted her eyes a bit in confusion, "Well, if you want to put it that way, then I guess this is the case."
"So, how long do we have before we are drawn back in ti?" Victorious Genesis called out, and Circe closed her eyes, "I have no idea, there is supposed to be a dinsion of ti for us to know that, all I know is that we have to survive long enough, and we would automatically be drawn back in ti."
"Got it," Victorious Genesis nodded, "Let hold back this swarm for as long as possible, so they do not co near the Old Ones."
"I will be joining you," Fury said.
"No, we do not know their capabilities and I intend to test them, your Origin and well as Circe's would aid my resurrection if I fall, but I know the reason why I am here, to make sure we are victorious in every fight, I may not be able to win a war, but in any battle that I am in, there must be victory."
Saying this, he launched away from the ground like a rocket, and his body began to expand as he rose into the sky. A golden glow erupted from his fist that radiated around this dead world, and he threw a punch.
Eos had created their race after the Empyreans, aning he gave them bodies that could endure everything, and Natal Treasures that went against the order of Existence. Victorious Genesis had long refined all of his Natal Treasures into his flesh, and he had created several new ones that he kept adding to his body
and Origin.
Because of his status as a Primordial, he would never reach a limit on the number of Natal Treasures that he could fuse with his flesh, and his power
would always be growing.
The swarm had covered the sky, and the only thing that could be seen were twitching mandibles that left scars in realities as well as legs that were like sharp spears. There was an aura of desolation around these insectlike swarms that were so deep that any sane Primordial would have retreated, but this aura only seed to embolden Victorious Genesis.
With a roar of defiance, he poured more Origin essence into his fist as the sixteen thousand Natal Treasures that had been engraved in his fist lit up, creating a vast rune that erupted from his body like the rising of the sun, and this potent Origin power swept up and clashed against the descending swarm.
"BOOM!"
The impact was calamitous, and it shook the entirety of the dead world. Only the protection of the two Primordials below saved all the Old Ones from perishing from the shockwaves; however, the descending swarm was not even pushed back by a single inch.
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