The strand of Eos's consciousness and Serathis went over the formation she made, and with Eos's understanding of the Primordial's tribulation, he corrected so of the mistakes and the oversights that she had missed.
Still, the corrections were minor as Serathis had used great pains to ensure that the formation was as perfect as she could make it.
Their discussions and the minor corrections they made to the formation took over tens of thousands of years, and in that ti, three more Primordial Candidates joined at the last minute, and so the collective date for ascension was pushed forward for another ten thousand years.
For mortals and lesser immortals, ten thousand years was a long ti, nearly forever to them, but to beings like Eosah and Serathis, it was a blink of an eye.
This was the funny thing about age... the more you live, the shorter the years beco.
A man who has lived for fifty years believes that this is a long ti, but a man who has lived for fifty thousand years sees fifty years as a blink of an eye. How could you categorize soone like Eos, who had lived longer than universes?
The man he was had been lost in the distant past, and only his perfect mories kept those monts alive.
Serathis had shown this strand of Eos's consciousness the Destiny's Anchor Formation, and his main body had been creating this formation all through the Origin Realms.
This job was taken on by the Archai, who at the mont were his eyes, ears, and hands. They moved through the Origin Realms like ghosts, and they made massive, complex formation nodes and lines that linked those nodes, using the purest essence of Destiny that they could find, and all of that was coming from Serathis.
If anyone had seen the consciousness of Eos and Serathis talking in the small hut beside the river, they would have seen Serathis holding her hand over the river with a deep wound on her wrist.
Her blood was the ink needed to craft a formation diagram that would transcend dinsions and link all the Origin Realms. Even after bleeding enough blood to fill an ocean, it was not enough, and she would have to continue to bleed for at least three thousand more years until it was over.
It was a good thing that she was immortal and could recover from this loss even as it was happening, and being linked to Eos, she did not fear ever running out of essence when she could steal from her father's virtually unlimited storehouse.
The years passed by, and on the day for the fourth generation of Primordials to be born, the entirety of the Origin Realms was tense. Primordials patrolled the borders, and if there was no urgent reason for anyone to move, they were forbidden to do so.
Before this day, there had only been four Primordials who ascended on the sa day, but with all the preparation that had been made, hundreds of Primordials would be born on this day.
The birth of a single Primordial would cause ripples across all the Origin Realms, as the heavens would change their color and the earth would rejoice; even the smallest planet, inside a far-flung universe, would feel the changes across Existence when a single Primordial was born. What would happen when hundreds of Primordials were about to be born?
At this mont, all the Primordial Candidates were in the Field of Serathis, and they had readied themselves for this mont; so were sitting with their legs crossed, ditating until the final mont, others were standing, or walking around, and there were so who were even in communication with their families and friends until the last mont.
Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound, and the heavens above opened. A massive golden eye that was bigger than Existence and yet still small enough to fit through the crack peered at the Primordial Candidates, and all of them fell to their knees and bowed to the Grand Creator.
The eye blinked, and it showed them the passage to the Origin Land, a place that only Primordials were worthy to enter, and even then, it was only once, and that was when they seeded their Origin Force and finally beca fully fledged Primordials.
"My children... I await your ascension. The Origin Realms awaits it new champions."
Eos's voice had a weight that could not be described, and in the heart of every Primordial Candidate, burned a fla that could not be easily quenched, not even by death. None of them knew that failing their ascension would not lead to their death; Eos had kept back this knowledge.
There was a reason soldiers burned their boats behind them when they reached the enemy shores. If these Primordial Candidates knew that they would have a chance to step back, so of them would falter.
It was better to enter the trials the first ti, believing that it would be your last, because if they failed and survived the first trial, it would take a long ti for them to regain their previous state and attempt the trials again.
In a perfect world, there was nothing wrong with taking all the ti that was needed before trying again, but a war was coming, and Eos needed as many soldiers as he could get.
With this announcent, the final barrier was released, and every Primordial Candidate was free to return to the place they wanted to take their Tribulation, because no Tribulation could be taken on the Field of Elysium; this was to prevent any stray Origin Force from shattering the complex arrangent that was made here.
The Destiny's Anchor Formation had already been spread all over the Origin Realms, and they could enjoy the benefit as long as they were inside the ten thousand realms.
Most of these candidates returned to the sites they had laid down for their ascension, and they shut the doors behind them, and as hundreds of Primordial Candidates entered their individual ntal space, a profound hush cut across the entirety of the Origin Realms, almost as if all of Existence held its breath.
Six hundred and forty-eight hearts, hidden across ten thousand Origin Realms, beat as one.
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