Nyxara may have been expecting a different response from Eos, but what he did shocked her. He simply raised the Destroyer, which had a peculiar silver light running across its edges that gave Nyxara pause, and he spoke slowly. "Hide, or die with them."
For a long, tense mont, she held his gaze, and only her trembling wings were a sign that she was barely containing her fury. Then, with a snarl that echoed like tearing souls, she folded her wings and lted into the shadows of the Hollow. Her presence vanished as she used soul-threads to weave her presence into invisibility, and even though Eos could no longer sense her presence, he could still feel her hunger like a coiled serpent waiting to strike on the back of his neck.
He smiled inside his head and knew that it was ti to truly test how much Nyxara could hold back before she broke, and he slowly turned to the Beast.
The eyes of the deer t his own, and they were pleading and broken, and Eos walked up to it and knelt before he placed a hand on its brow very gently, and a small whimper erged from the Beast, but it could not make any more sound.
"You were a monster," he whispered to the frightened creature. "But monsters have their uses."
He continued patting the head of Death, and slowly the Beast relaxed, because it could see in Eos's eyes that there was no pleasure in its ending; in fact, the Beast could see pain inside them.
Inside the Origin Realms, Eos had not banished the concept of Death because he knew of its importance as a state of transition for mortals, pushing them to reach for sothing that was higher than themselves.
The fear in the eyes of the Beast vanished, and a thought echoed in the air, "In another life… I think, I would have served you."
Eos did not acknowledge this ssage; the ti for regret was past, but he would keep the Beast's final words. With a swift, rciless motion, Eos drove the Destroyer into the Beast's chest.
The blade pierced clean through fur, flesh, and the core of harvested endings. The Beast's body arched in silent agony, since its mouth was nailed shut by the earlier shard of the Destroyer; no scream could escape.
Its form convulsed, leaking Origin Force, exploding outward in a shockwave that cracked the hollow's walls. Black and red blood sprayed in arcs, splattering Eos's face and chest. The silver light from the Destroyer flooded into the wound, refusing the Beast's existence, unraveling its stolen Deaths from the inside out.
The Beast thrashed as its antlers scraped stone, and its hooves kicked furrows in the ground. One final sigh erged from its dying form as the pain of unraveling swept through its massive consciousness in such great floods that no mortal could comprehend. This pain caused a storm of Origin that swept through the entirety of the Hollow, hiding it in darkness as a frozen rain and green fires began to fall from the heavens of the Hollow.
A crack echoed across space as the Beast's eye dimd and its body slumped, leaking power in great, pulsing waves that spread across the Hollow. It was a dying emanation so potent it would feel like a cosmic wound to every higher being, but Eos had already gathered the cry in his hand like coiled smoke of glass, and he crushed it.
The trap was sprung, and there was no need to attract the attention of beings that should not be here. The death of the Beast had signified a new chapter in this war, and he knew at this point that the Agreent between him and Nyxara was over, as the Ancient Primordial would do everything in her power to ensure that she killed him.
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Elgorath arrived with golden wings blazing like a cot of forgotten suns. He materialized in the hollow with a flicker, as the essence of mory pulled him through paths only he could recall.
His form was like a towering giant of golden fraworks, etched with every atrocity ever committed, eyes like molten suns that burned with ravenous delight.
The mighty explosion of power that rippled out from the Beast did not spread outside the Hollow, but inside here, it was potent, and so much leaking Origin power made his golden wings flare wider.
However, inside his eyes was confusion because although he could see that the dying emanations of the Beast, the arrangent inside of it was still in place and had not been disrupted. 'What is happening here?'
He paused and turned to the side a mont before Xyris appeared with purple wings beating erratically as he stepped out of a frozen mont.
His body was a skeletal fra of purple bones wrapped in translucent flesh, eyes like hourglasses leaking sand. He felt the death of the Beast, and his wings quickened as ti rippled around him as he glimpsed futures where he claid its ending.
He barely glanced at Elgorath before he rasped, "The Beast's ti unravels," Xyris's voice oddly echoing in reverse inside this space. "Its Origin, we take it. Now."
Elgorath looked at the nearly crazed Xyris, and he smiled, and they advanced together through the mighty storm conjured by the death of the Beast. Elgorath's golden threads extended through the storm like hungry roots, and Xyris froze the mont in front of them to quicken their movent through the storm. Xyris could imagine Nyxara already feasting on the core of the Beast, and he buried, and Elgorath wore the sa desperate emotion on his face, but deep inside him was a deep puzzlent as he checked and checked again, but there was no change in the restrictions.
Then they saw Eos standing over the shrunken form of the Beast that resembled a small deer, with Destroyer in hand, and red and black blood covering his hands and chest, presenting a haunting vision as the butcher of Death itself.
Elgorath halted, his golden eyes narrowing. "You."
Xyris's purple wings stilled. "Eos? What ga is this? The Beast's cry led us here, and you stand over it and not our sister, where is Nyxara?"
Eos lifted the Destroyer, as the pale silver light along its bloodied edge brightened.
"No ga," he said softly. "Only the end."
And without any warning, Eos attacked.
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