The Primordial Record - Chapter 2165 Anticipation For The End
Chapter 2165 Anticipation For The End
It was almost impossible to understand the Will and the power behind the Incarnations, because Enoch’s weight of Existence was so ridiculous that it was almost impossible to calculate, and to an outside observer, it would appear as if a group of ants were pushing against a mountain, and that mountain… moved.
“Haha haha… I thought my return would hold little surprise, but I was wrong… good.”
Enoch, who had seemed amused by the attacks of the Incarnations, even though their attacks were slightly injuring him, began to move.
His hand released the breach and swept across the void of Existence, and the motion was so vast and absolute, that it seemed to encompass all directions at once. Nothing his size should move this quickly, and even though immortals could break the laws of Existence, there was always a limit, but Enoch seemed to have limitless strength and Will, and his motions were faster than what some of the Incarnations could even see.
Six hundred Incarnations vanished in an instant as they were unmade under the power of Enoch’s hand, their existence wiped from the timeline as if they had never been. Killing an Incarnation of Eos was hard, but Enoch had made it seem incredibly easy.
All Incarnation here felt the loss as a hole in their own being, as the sudden absence where six hundred fragments of Eos’s greater self had caused a brief disruption of their pooled consciousness.
“Fragments,” Enoch said, his featureless face turning toward the remaining Incarnations. “That is all you are. Pieces of a being who was too afraid to become whole. Did he tell you that you could defeat me? Did he promise you victory?”
Primordial Lightning gathered his essence once more and formed his spear of lightning, and this time, he drew upon the power of the Archai that were linked to him through Eva and Telmus. The Incarnations inside the Eternal Tower had to fight without the connection with the Archai, because they were cut out from Eos due to the power of the tower, but there was no reason why the Incarnations here should not draw from the unlimited oceans of power inside Eos, and the Archai were the key to access that power.
Normally, every Incarnation should have direct access to Eos’s Origin Land where they could draw as much power as they wanted, but due to the fact that they were going into intense danger and the possibility of death was ridiculously high, Eos could not risk the backlash of their death traveling through the shared connection and impacting the Origin Land.
And so the Archai were used as the connecting point between Eos and the Incarnations, so if they were killed, the power of their attackers would not bleed through to Eos.
Three hundred threads of Eos’s essence fed into his spear, and it blazed with a radiance that outshone the ten thousand Origin Realms combined.
“He promised us nothing,” Primordial Lightning said. “He gave us everything we needed to fight.”
He struck again, and this time, the blow was not aimed at Enoch’s hand, but at the breach where Enoch’s body was slowly emerging from.
The lightning spear, empowered by the collective will of every Incarnation that still stood, carved into the edges of the tear between the Blackened Scar and the Origin Realms, and the entirety of Existence screamed.
When Primordial Lightning first attacked, it was only with the collective Will of the Incarnation and this attack that was made contained Eos’s essence and that was the final touch that could give this blow enough power to sweep across such a vast region.
If their Will was the flame, then Eos’s essence was the fuel that could make this flame burn bright enough that it would be seen all over Existence.
The infinite horde that had been pouring through began to falter, their connection to their source severed by the closing wound, countless trillions of them perished just from the shockwave of this single impossible strike, and the horde pouring into the Origin Realms reduced from a flood to a trickle.
Enoch’s laughter was soft, and terrible.
“You think that will stop me? Child, I am the breach. I am the wound that never heals. I am the return of all that was cast out, and I will not be sealed by six thousand ghosts of a coward.”
His other hand emerged from the Blackened Scar, as more of his body began to emerge.
Sixty-five million Cosmic Eras ago, he had created the Ancient Primordials on that spot, and therefore left a permanent mark for him to be able to breach into Existence with his true form.
The last time Enoch walked through Existence, he had used End as nothing but fuel, but after all the time he had spent imprisoned, he had learned to adapt and control this power better, and with the knowledge he had gained in this exile, nothing would stop him.
The end of all things has come.
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Telmus stood at the peak of the Mountain, his spear planted before him, his eyes fixed on the battle unfolding in the void. Around him, the Mountain trembled, its red-hot surface pulsing with the heartbeat of Eos’s Origin Land, which lay somewhere beneath it, in dimensions that no Primordial could reach.
His long white hair was like a storm behind him, and even though he thought he knew what was about to come, somehow he knew that his imagination and his knowledge was not enough.
The Primordials who had died in the first wave had been resurrected. They stood behind Telmus now, their forms still flickering with the rawness of their return, their hands gripping weapons that had been forged in the fires of Eos’s own forge.
“The Incarnations are buying us time,” Telmus said, his voice carrying to the Primordials behind him. “Time to organize, prepare and strike back.”
One of the resurrected Primordials, a being of crystalline geometries named Seraphis, stepped forward. “The shields of seventeen realms have fallen, the horde is endless, and now that this monstrous being has returned, what preparation can overcome this?”
Telmus turned to face them, and in his eyes, they saw something they had not expected, not fear or desperation, but anticipation.
