The Primordial Record - Chapter 2100 What Was Stolen
Chapter 2100 What Was Stolen
The only thing that saved him here was due to the experience he had gained from fighting opponents that were vastly more powerful than him over the course of eons, from a mortal to a higher-dimensional immortal.
Eos allowed himself to fade back into the painting, and he could do this very quickly just because the road he had just walked, which was the fusion of first and second dimensions, was the only path that allowed any being inside Existence to step outside the painting long enough to understand the true face of Existence.
Eos staggered backward along the road. The moment he retreated, the Tenth Dimension folded away like a book snapping shut.
The ninth, eighth, seventh… all collapsed back into lower layers until he stood once more on the grounds of Existence above the Ten Thousand Origin Realms, where a great battle that involved primordial level combatants was raging, but no one saw his figure, and everything and everyone just seemed to slide around him without their knowledge.
He had entered the tenth dimension and emerged above his Origin Realms, and this had happened just because of the intent he had in his head when he was escaping.
Like this, he had just quietly discovered another power of the tenth dimension, and that was instantaneous travel.
Even with his speed that should rank among the best in all of Existence, it had taken him more than twenty thousand years to travel to the edge of Existence, and he crossed all that distance when he was returning in the blink of an eye.
It may have appeared that he had escaped without any issue from the painter, a tenth-dimensional being, as his body was unchanged. Not a single new scar. Yet he felt ancient. Older than the first painting of Existence itself.
This was not a natural state, at least for him. Before he made this journey outside of Existence, Eos could feel that his soul and mindset were becoming cleaner and more vibrant as if the weight of time was being erased from his body the older he became, but now, it seemed as if all of that progress was lost, as if something had been taken from him.
He felt old, and this was not a matter of his lifespan, even as he stood here, he could feel the number of years he would live growing nearly exponentially as his Origin Ouroboros Serpents consumed the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record, but something that had always been his own which he gained by his actions over the years had just been taken away from him, and he was frustrated because he did not know what it was, and yet it seemed to be very important.
Eos looked down at his hand; it was trembling, and he squeezed his fist tight. “No matter what I lost, it was a worthy exchange,” He whispered to the void, voice hoarse with the weight of what he had seen. “I know what you are now. I have seen your hand, and from this point forward, nothing would ever remain the same. Your biggest mistake was to allow me to survive the first contact I had with you.”
Looking into the distance as if he was looking outside of Existence, and he could as well be, because when the eyes were open, it could never truly be fully closed, Eos descended into his Origin Realms, to rest and ponder on all he had just discovered.
Perhaps if Death was here, it may have recognized the part that had been stolen from Eos, or maybe it may have not, the Beast had only briefly seen it after all… the Beast had seen many sights of wonders when End showed it the vision of the future when it became its avatar, and one of those visions he had seen was the concept of Immortality, a power that had been stolen from Existence.
The Beast had been too wounded when it had met Eos, or it would have been amazed that, surrounding his body, taking the shape of a faint aurora was the aura of Immortality, and now that aura was gone.
Every being inside of Existence, even the Primordials and even Death itself, did not have the aura of Immortality, because if this Existence ended, they would not survive its end, and they would fall.
However, against all odds, Eos, not knowing the actions he had taken in the past to lead him to this point, had quietly begun developing the aura of Immortality.
Because this concept was taken away from Existence, even he could not recognize what it was, and when Serathis and others noticed this change, they did not know what it meant.
There was someone else who had a faint hint of this aura, and it was Circe, the Primordial of Endless Kindling. However, her aura of Immortality was far less developed than Eos’s and seemed to be missing a certain component, because, unlike him, her aura was not growing and was dormant.
This aura inside Eos was still developing and was nascent, and if Eos had not left the painting, if he stayed outside the gaze of the painter, then there was a chance that this aura would have fully reached its completion, and he would become a true immortal, one that had escaped the binds of the painting and who would live on even if the painting was erased over and over again. Perhaps it was a good thing he did not know this truth, or if he did, Eos would still think it was a good enough exchange. What was the use of immortality, if everything he knew and loved perished along the way?
He had seen the true face of the dimension, and it meant that he could go back and change the foundations of the Origin Realms from the ground up. Just this discovery alone would change the lives of countless trillions of his children, and he would begin to institute the power of the first and second dimensions into the technique he gave to the Origin Realms.
Eos did not know when it would happen, but he expected that if he kept perfecting the foundation of his children, then there would be surprises in the future that would shake the status quo. He had a thousand New Primordials under him, with another ten thousand expectant Primordials who would be born in the next million years. In another ten million years, maybe the number of new Primordials would reach a hundred thousand. There had never been any Existence in the past where so many powerful Primordials were born, and Eos would bet on them more than anything.
This discovery also meant that he could reshape his foundation and cleanse it of the hidden weakness that he did not know he had, and it was unknown if the exploration of the Parallel Realities, which were the domain of the sixth dimension, could lead to unknown possibilities in the future.
All in all, it would not matter if Eos had known that his immortality had just
been taken; he would not want to live if all of his children were lost. As a father, he should be buried by his children and not the other way around.
