As mory fought to escape the hold of Eos with all his might, chunks of Eos's prismatic flesh were ripped away, screaming as they died. Even diminished under the light of the Crucible, mory was a Luminious, and his strength was the peak of what Existence knew for a very long ti.
The only problem was that Eos was too big and he regenerated a little too quickly to be decimated by this effort, not even when a cluster of his too-many joints shattered, spraying golden ichor that tore into Existence, and resounded into the distance of space and ti.
Even still, it was not enough. mory was screaming and fighting, calling for the aid of the other Ancient Primordials, but they seed to all be frozen in place at the spectacle before them. It was as if everything they knew before was a lie, and now they were seeing the real face of Existence.
It was not so long ago that they had Eos under their thumb, and they could manipulate him to do anything they wanted. He was a child born with a blind fold, and his mind had been broken ti and ti again. Despite his overwhelming talent, they had the assurance inside them that Eos would never exceed a certain limit.
As it turned out, they were all fools, and they were the real pawns in the ga, and the evidence for this was screaming for their help before it was devoured by an abomination that defied aning.
The truth was that mory could have given Eos a much greater fight than this, but a mont before, Enoch was born, and in an act of profound hunger and selfishness, he had consud all the unique essence of the sixth dinsion all over Existence to power the reclamation of his new body.
With Eos omniversal physique, he could grab all of his echoes that were spread all over the parallel realities, but there were many more out there, and mory as a Luminious would have been able to wield all of that strength, but Enoch had taken it all.
Eos remained silent as mory raged; the strength in his arms was enough to crack Existence in two, and it was all of that strength that was pulling mory towards his death.
"Stop Eos, you do not want to kill .. I know many things, secrets that you would need. Trust , I can serve under your banner; you would need my strength for what is to co for you. The Great Hand, you will need to fight against him!"
Finally, Eos paused, and the suggestion of his face cracked, and for a mont, sothing real peeked through, sothing vast and hungry and ancient.
"Your ti has co to an end, mory, and your mories would serve a thousand tis better than you ever could."
"YOU WILL NOT CONSU !" mory howled. "I AM ETERNAL! I AM THE RECORD OF ALL THAT WAS! WITHOUT , NOTHING IS REMBERED! WITHOUT , YOU—"
"You'll be part of ," Eos snarled. "And through , you'll be rembered forever."
With a final pull that crushed whatever resistance that mory had over Existence, Eos pushed him through the gate and the Crucible closed.
There was a very brief mont of silence when the spell that EOs seed to have conjured over this space was slowly breaking, and then mory scread.
In his cries, everyone heard the fact that mory was not screaming for just a mont, or an hour, no, inside the Crucible, he had been screaming for eternities.
mory scread as his infinite libraries burned, and his countless books were digested. He scread as every forgotten divinity, immortal, and mortal ever housed in his mories was released into Eos's blood, where they joined the chorus of dead divinities, causing the crown hovering over Eos's head to brighten and expand.
Countless eternities passed in a mont, and when the screaming stopped, Eos cracked his neck, even though there was no need for that action, and he looked towards the Ancient Primordials and smiled, billions of fangs of light shining in his mouth, "Delicious."
Although the battle may have looked effortless on Eos's part, he was bleeding from a thousand wounds. His prismatic form was tattered, with chunks missing where mory's attacks had landed. His too-many joints were broken, hanging at angles that even he couldn't justify. The suggestion of his face was gone entirely, replaced by the truth, a void where features should be, a hole in the world shaped like a person.
The blows of mory were heavy, and his touch lingered on Eos's body, carrying a taint that was so pure, it was almost above the concept of Origin itself, and Eos knew that if he had hesitated in his actions and given this Luminious the chance to regain his footing, there was a great possibility that he would have died here.
However, he would take a wound like this a thousand tis again because in his blood, a new voice whispered.
"I rember," the voice said. "I rember everything. And through you, I will never be forgotten."
Eos spat golden-black ichor onto the void; it sizzled where it landed, burning holes in the dinsional fabric. He hugged himself for a mont as if he was cold, and then he scread as light and pure force burst out of his body.
For all the eternities that mory had spent screaming and dying, the pressure of containing the death of a Luminious was tearing Eos apart. mory was a being that should never die, was not made to die, as the concept of death was not written in any part of its code, but Eos was able to deceive this code, and that happened because mory had brought himself into the painting.
Outside the painting, his immortal nature ant there was nothing that Eos would be able to do against mory, but inside Existence, then they were all bound by the sa rules, and victory would co to the swift and the strong.
The explosion was sudden, and the Ancient Primordials could not even defend against it as they were thrown into the distance, and the Hollow was shredded to nothing.
Faintly in the distance could be heard the pained cries of the Ouroboros Serpents as they endured the blast of power erupting from Eos's body.
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