The Primordial Record - Chapter 2176 The Promise That Must Be Kept
Chapter 2176 The Promise That Must Be Kept
The light of ten thousand Origin Realms, backed by the growing power of Existence, he was grasping against the weight of a hundred dead Existences. It was a clash of creation against envy… Hope against hate.
“I made the Ancient Primordials to wipe everything from the board,” Enoch said, and he grinned, exposing blackened fangs the size of Realities. “I filled them with hunger and rage and the desperate need to consume everything that was built. And when they failed, I came myself. Because I will not let you surpass me, I will not let you create what I could not, I will not let you win.”
On one hand, the soul of Existence was multitasking, conducting a grueling fusion while fighting against the power of Enoch that was endlessly growing. It was inevitable that he was going to lose.
Enoch’s hand tightened, and the light of the soul of Existence dimmed as if it were being drowned in the weight of a hatred that had been accumulating for longer than Existence itself had existed.
“You want to know why I made myself into this form and allowed End to shape my path?” Enoch leaned closer, and the void where his face should have been pressed against the light of this soul like a lover seeking warmth. “Because I would rather see everything burn than see anyone else hold what I held. I would rather be the destroyer of a thousand Existences than share a single moment of creation with something that is not me.”
The soul of Existence was silent as he fought, his light pulsing weakly, and Enoch’s laughter was the only thing that surrounded him.
His light was beginning to fade because, at the moment, most of the strength he was fighting with came from the ten thousand Origin Realms, and he had barely fused with two percent of Existence.
He should not be fighting alone; his flesh should be here, and only together was there any hope of standing against Enoch, but the soul was alone, and his light was fading.
Enoch smiled at his dying struggles, “Please,” he said, his words a promise. “Do not make me destroy you quickly. I have waited so long to feel something new. Something that has not been crushed and remade and crushed again. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I am going to savor your death.”
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Eva had been fighting for what felt like years. After Enoch had ripped his way out of the Blackened Scar, the armies of the Ancient Primordials went mad, and any hint of thought in their consciousness was gone, leaving only the desire to consume and destroy.
Their numbers were infinite, and they poured into the Origin Realms with the force of an unchecked flood, consuming everything in their path, even themselves.
This sort of madness was not one that could be understood or contained, and if not for the Incarnations of Eos, the entire Origin Realms would have been destroyed in a moment.
They were buried deep inside the endless horde of monsters, and although they were killing trillions, more of these creatures had swept past them and were pushing deeper into the Origin Realms.
The second perimeter was holding, barely, but the horde was endless, and the Primordials were tiring, even though they were facing about two percent of the total number of monsters pouring from the Blackened Scar. However, Incarnations began to die, and this number was increasing from two percent all the way to ten percent, causing the pressure on the defenders to endlessly rise.
Every time they pushed the enemy back, more came. Every time they sealed a breach, another opened. It was a war of attrition, and attrition favored the infinite.
They were going to lose, and then in the distance a mocking laughter of disbelief came from Enoch, and Eva did not know what that laughter signified, but a moment later she knew when a bright but calm light reached the Origin Realms from the distance.
Even as he battled Enoch, the soul of Existence had seen the plight of his children, and he did not hesitate to send a portion of his power to give them strength.
Enoch would never understand why he did it, but the soul knew that this battle was being fought for all life in Existence, and allowing them to die when he could aid them meant he had lost.
To Eva and all the Primordials here, the light that washed through them carried strength they could not imagine.
It tapped into that layer of their soul that saw the potential in everything, and it pushed that potential to the fore.
Multiple Primordials began to ascend up their layers, and for a moment, Eva froze in place as the light touched a part of her core that she thought was lost to her forever.
Eva was the daughter of light, and so he had a closer relation to light than any Primordial here and for her, this light did not only give strength and enlightenment, it was also the light of the first sunrise, a mother’s smile, a child’s first laugh, and a lover’s last breath, and the quiet moment before sleep when the world seems perfect and complete.
And in that light, Eva saw him.
This figure that she could not call a man or a god, but something stranger and more wonderful than anything she had ever imagined.
He was the soul of Eos, the part of the Grand Creator that had been searching for answers since before the first New Primordial was born, and he had found them.
He had found her.
Not Eva, specifically, but everything she represented. Every life that had been lived in the Origin Realms. Every love that had been cherished. Every sacrifice that had been made. He had found them all, and he had made them a promise.
A promise that this Existence would not end, that the cycle would be broken, and the suffering would stop.
Eva wept as she took up her arms to fight, her mind going back to the conversation she had with Eos that seemed so distant now.
