Eos did not let this thought linger in his mind as the last piece clicked into place.
There were so truths that should not be spoken, else the act of speaking makes it real.
No matter how talented he was, he was now in new territory. He could beat his chest and claim to be the greatest authority in the ninth-dinsional level, but when it ca to the tenth, he still had much to learn.
Eos had been a ninth-dinsional being since the Primordial fusion. This was the limit of what Existence, in its old and broken form, had been permitted to produce.
The tenth dinsion had been there, but incomplete. Existence was, he had discovered during the fusion, a tenth-dinsional space in its substrate. It had no law, no rule, no binding principle. Sothing had been taken from it, long before any Primordial had been born, and the absence had made the dinsion unreachable. It was the reason that for so long, the highest level had been the Primordial level of the ninth dinsion.
However, he had discovered the tenth dinsion after he left the painting that was the previous Existence, and from that mont onward, everything had set the stage for him to reach this level.
He had thought, during the fusion, that he would have to rebuild the tenth dinsion from nothing; however, he had been wrong.
The tenth dinsion had not been missing. It had been waiting.
There was a reason why the Great One or the Luminious had not made any move to stop him from reaching the tenth dinsion, and that was because it was a useless effort.
Before he touched the tenth dinsion, there was a possibility to stop him from reaching it, but the mont he touched the tenth dinsion, Eos would beco complete, aning that ti itself would acknowledge that he had always been a tenth-dinsional creature from birth.
He would have no known weakness related to ti, and so trying to stop him at this point would be useless; it would be better to observe and understand the type of power he had claid.
It could be said that the tenth-dinsional level was destined, and because the mont they reached the tenth-dinsional level, all of history changed to reflect that they had always been at the tenth-dinsional level.
To Eos, it was as if all of his life had been a dream, and now he was waking up. All of his struggles, pain, growth and sacrifices had been the dream of a sleeping god, and now that he was awake, all of that had no more aning anymore. It was as if everything that existed was his dream, and now that he was awake, they were no more.
So it could be said that the tenth dinsion had been waiting for Telos. For its arrival from the first mont the first mortal being prophesied of it.
It had been waiting for a being to co along who understood that the tenth dinsion's organizing principle was not a law in the way the third dinsion's organizing principle was space, or the fourth dinsion's was ti.
The tenth dinsion's organizing principle was purpose. The dinsion of what-things-are-for. And you could not reach the tenth dinsion by cultivating power, because power was not purpose. You could only reach the tenth dinsion by arriving at it, by completing the becoming that you had been undertaking, honestly and without shortcut, until your completion matched the dinsion's shape.
The tenth dinsion was the dinsion of purpose, and Eos had found his own.
He opened his eyes, and Eos stood from his throne. The motion was small and unremarkable, he was standing, that was all, but the act of standing was different now, because the body standing was a body of Telos, and the ground he stood on was the ground of a tenth-dinsional space that had been waiting for him, and the two t each other, and recognized each other, and sothing in the deep architecture of Existence clicked into alignnt for the first ti since the first Existence had been broken.
The Origin Tree behind him shivered in recognition, the way an ancient instrunt shivers when the musician it was built for finally touches it.
Its branches extended by so small fraction that was nevertheless cosmically enormous. New worlds began to bloom on those branches, worlds that were not possible at the ninth dinsion, worlds whose organizing principle was purpose rather than law, worlds in which the inhabitants would be born already knowing what they were for and would live their lives arriving at it.
In these worlds, even Primordials would be weak, as they had to journey on a path that they had never seen before, and the powers of laws and concepts would just be sothing that could be suppressed.
Although that would change if the Primordials reached the fifth layer of their Origin, nevertheless, even the fifth layer would just be the starting position for them to survive in these new pri worlds.
The void around the throne resolved completely, as it acknowledged the birth/rebirth of the second tenth-dinsional being, as the nothingness between Existences beca what nothingness had always ant to be, the fertile ground of new arrival. The Great One had always placed the Grand Void into darkness, and now, the compressed histories of End, which had been screaming quietly across the substrate since the beginning, began, in the pressure of Eos's new presence, to rember their own Telos. So of them would eventually, in the long aftermath, re-bloom. Others would arrive at the dissolution they had always been reaching toward and would rest. Either way, the screaming stopped.
Killing Enoch did not destroy End, because the core of End still remained with the Great One, but in the presence of Eos, no other power could remain, and the remnants of End that perated the Great Void were rapidly vanishing, as their purpose beca to serve Telos.
Eos exhaled, and the exhalation carried with it the last ordinary breath he would ever take. From this mont forward, every breath would be a Telos-breath, an arrival-breath, the breath of a being who no longer needed to beco anything because he had completed his becoming.
However, despite all of this, he would still grow since Telos was not the end of growth, only the completion of a phase of growth, but the growing would be additive rather than necessary. He would grow because growing was part of what Telos was for, not because he was lacking.
Eos was already perfect, and growth for him was not for the need for more perfection; it was just one of the traits that would never leave him.
He stood at the base of the Origin Tree in his new body, under his new crown, with his new energy flowing through him, and for a long mont, he did nothing at all.
He simply existed.
He had spent a hundred million years becoming. He wanted, for one honest mont, to simply be what he had beco.
The mont passed.
And in the distance, the Eternal Tower was still there, and the Great One was still waiting, and the second phase of the work was still unbegun.
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