Every Primordial here was not afraid of death, nor did they welco it. They saw the battle as a necessity, but they all knew the stakes that were involved and the kind of monsters that would be participating inside it, however, none of them had this anticipation they were seeing in Telmus's eyes.
"Eos knew this day would co," Telmus said. "He has been preparing for it since the first Primordial was born. The shields were never ant to hold forever. The battles we have fought were never ant to be won by strength alone."
He raised his spear, and the hundred Archai bound to him flared with light.
"Every death and sacrifice. Every mont the horde spent battering against our walls, it was all feeding sothing. Sothing that has been growing in the heart of the Pri Axis for a hundred million years."
Below them, the Mountain of Ascension began to crack.
From the fissures, light erged that had been sleeping since the first mont of this Existence. It was the light of ten thousand Origin Realms, each one a universe unto itself, each one pulsing with the accumulated life, hope, and defiance of every being that had ever called them ho.
"The fifth generation," Telmus said, his voice rising above the growing roar of the breaking Mountain. "The Primordials of the sixth generation. The Incarnations. The Archai. The Old Ones. The mortals who have never seen the stars but dream of them anyway. All of them, all of us, we are not the weapon."
He planted his spear, and the Mountain shattered.
"BOOOMMM!!!"
From its ruins rose a figure of light so vast, so incomprehensible, that the Primordials who witnessed it forgot to breathe. It had no form that could be nad, no shape that could be held in mory. It was the sum of every life that had ever existed in the Origin Realms, woven together by a will that had been preparing for this mont since before the first Ancient Primordial had drawn breath.
"We are the fuel," Telmus whispered.
The figure of light opened its eyes, and in them, the Primordials saw themselves, not as they were, but as they could be.
And it spoke with a voice that was ten thousand voices, a voice that had been gathering strength for a hundred million years, a voice that had been forged in the fires of a war that had not yet been won but would be, because it had to be.
"Now," the voice said, "we fight."
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Few knew this truth about Eos, but Eva and a few of his children, but Eos was not just one being, but two distinct beings that had been fused to beco one, but these beings could exist in different forms if they chose to.
In the beginning, when Eos was Rowan, he had lost his soul, and then he regained it as he grew stronger, but that split had created sothing unique, a being who could live without its soul.
From the mont Eos regained his soul, his flesh and soul were no longer strictly connected, and they could follow their own individual path.
In this manner, his flesh and soul grew until they beca dinsional flesh and dinsional soul. At this stage, his dinsional soul was more powerful than his dinsional flesh, and it was at this mont that Eos realized that he had been looking for a hidden weapon, sothing to equalize the scale for so long, and yet he was overlooking what was right there in front of his eyes.
Acknowledging the potential of his dinsional soul, Eos began using it less and less, and then slowly killed off any of his enemies who knew of this secret.
In this manner, the matter of the dinsional soul slowly faded away, and this was helped by the fact that Eos evolved his dinsional flesh once more into that of the Omniversal Titan, a body so powerful that it seed to have integrated the power of the flesh and soul into one because it was capable of wielding powers that should strictly demand the presence of a soul.
There were certain tangible rules that bound Existence, and one of them was that certain powers, when they reached a certain level, required the presence of a soul to wield.
A rock could not animate itself; it required a soul, nor could a god wield their divine powers without a soul, and most of all, the power of Origin could not be mastered without a soul.
However, with the sheer impossibility of being an Omniversal Titan, Eos was able to wield the power of Origin and contain Origin inside his Origin Land, but there was one specific drawback about this entire affair, and that was he could not beco a Primordial.
Oh, there were many things holding him back, such as the foundations of Existence that was missing and other issues like his Will of Truth that was stuck in the eighth dinsional state, however, Eos did not truly know if he could reach the Primordial level if he tried, simply because for a long ti, his soul had been separate from his body.
His Incarnations could easily reach the Primordial level because Eos had such great control over souls that he was able to create new souls for the Incarnation; they would not be able to reach the level of Primordial.
Yet, it needed to be asked, where was his soul, or what was it doing after all the years that had passed?
The answer was simple: his soul had been searching for answers and walking fresh paths in order to find new ways to reach the height of power.
This path would be outside the purview of the Primordial Record and everyone else. Perhaps his enemies may know a bit about his fleshy body, but no one knew about his soul, and in all of these years, the height of power that his soul had reached was unknown.
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The light that erupted from the shattered mountain surged upward, passing through the broken shields and the infinite horde, and impacting against the breach that Enoch had torn in the fabric of Existence. And behind it, colored by its passage, the ten thousand Origin Realms blazed with a light that had never been seen before; it was the burning light of creation, and the warm light of a billion trillion hearts beating as one.
In the void, Enoch's featureless face turned toward the approaching light, and for the first ti, the spiral galaxies of his eyes stopped.
"What have you done?" he whispered.
And sowhere, in the depths of Existence, where the battle against the Ancient Primordials raged on a level that no mortal could comprehend, Eos smiled.
"Everything," he said. "I have done everything."
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