The Primordial Record - Chapter 2177 A Truth Worth Recording (1)

Chapter 2177  A Truth Worth Recording (1)

Eva was there when Eos was speaking with his Singularity, and now the full measure of that moment came into stark light. He was not just talking to the Primordial Record but to all of them.

“Please,” Eos had whispered, “Don’t ask me to bear this. I have lost enough. Do not make the memory of you the cornerstone of my survival. I would rather stumble forward with you in the dark than walk a sunlit path haunted by your ghost. My strength comes from those I love standing with me, not from their ashes. Stay. Fight with me. Live with me… Fall with me.”

But even as she wept and fought, feeling the power of the light that was slowly enhancing her understanding of her Origin, pushing her ever closer to reach the fifth layer of Revelations, she also felt the darkness pressing against that light. Felt Enoch’s hatred, his envy, his need to destroy everything that was not him. And in that feeling, she understood something that the Primordials had forgotten in their long war against the dar

They were not fighting to survive. They were fighting because the alternative was unthinkable.

Another memory of that day returned to her as they found the place where she was born, preserved after countless years, and Eos had shown her this miracle.

“End’s arithmetic cannot account for this. It cannot explain why beauty persists in forgotten cracks. It cannot explain why love leaves a mark on a wall in a dead universe. This,” he pointed from the orchid, to the rune, to the Singularity in his hand, and finally to Eva’s tear-streaked face, “this is the flaw in its equation. This is the variable it cannot solve for. We do not fight End with a bigger sacrifice. We fight it by proving its math is wrong.”

Eva could feel her core beginning to crack, but she held back her ascendence because she realized that if she pushed forward too quickly, her body would not be enough to contain this power, and she would shatter instantly. No matter how much it hurt, she had to wait for her body to slowly grow more powerful.

The expansion of the universe was the key, and this light gave Eva the possibility of growth.

Without this light from the soul of Existence, it would have taken millions or even billions of cosmic eras for Existence to expand to the extent where Eva’s Primordial body would be able to handle the fifth layer of Revelations, but under this light, that period had been shortened to almost nothing, at least, as long as the soul could last against the power of Enoch.

As more cracks radiated from her core, more memories of that day slammed into her consciousness.

She had asked Eos, “What if I cannot bear to see you fall, clinging to this love?” and he had looked at her and replied without mincing any words.

“Then perhaps, you need a new revelation. The coldest fact in all existence, Eva, is entropy. End. The fact that all things fall apart. My entire life has been a war against that fact. Sacrificing the Primordial Record accepts End’s premise that something must be broken for something else to continue. My love for my children… and my trust in you… are my weapons against that fact. You are not my compass to acceptance. You are my witness. Your tears are the data that proves my path is real.”

Eva had chuckled then with a bit of sadness, “We would lose, your enemies would see that you are not giving up a single world for them to consume, and they shall fall on you with all the rage that they can bring.”

And Eos’ reply would stay with her forever,

 “Then we fall together. And that, too, will be a truth worth recording.”

THE HOLLOW.

Eos had ripped a portion of his potential and presented it to the child, and even though she had hesitated to take it at first, she did and held it in her small hands, and her eyes became filled with wonder.

Everyone had potential, but their potential was limited; Eos’s potential was different, whether by design or a very lucky mutation. He had infinite potential, and so even this piece of him, devoid of his core, contained more potential for change and power than anyone had ever had access to before.

Eos was a culmination of countless years of experimentation by the Luminious to create aberrations, and although he did not start as someone very powerful, he grew up to become something extremely unique.

He may not have been the most powerful creation of the Luminious, but he certainly had the potential to become the most powerful being that ever existed.

The child looked at the seed in her hands, and for a moment, Eos saw something in her eyes that he thought even the child had not expected to feel.

Inside the potential she held, the child saw herself as she could have been outside the machinations of Enoch.

Like her siblings, she was special, and her hands were made to grow and create. Countless gardens and fields filled with beauty and food emerged from her hands; gods and countless civilizations called her mother.

“I want to be new,” she whispered. “I want to be something that has never been… I want to grow.”

The child closed her eyes, and the seed in her hands began to bloom.

However, what was important was that there was a deep struggle inside her eyes as she did this, almost as if her body was following a script that she did not want to follow.

Her body began to slowly collapse as a deep look of fury filled the eyes that turned towards Eos, who was still smiling.

Eos mouthed, “Two can play the game.”

The look of fury in those eyes vanished as the girl dissolved into light, and that light exploded into a garden.

As the garden expanded, it drew the pale light hovering above and buried it in its new soil.

“You were meant to be a mother of worlds, Nyxara. This should be a fitting end for you.”

Eos watched the garden begin to dramatically expand as it grew past him. Its source of energy was the unknown pale light that Nyxara had been transforming into.

Eos had faced something extremely dangerous these last few moments, and only his unique ability to discern truth from falsehood had saved his life.

Of all the Wills that he could have picked for his core that gave him the opportunity of great power, Eos had selected the Will of Truth because he truly believed that this was the only path forward in a world of endless lies and deception, and once again, his choice was proven right.

Nyxara was not a Primordial, at least the thing inside her was not; she was a Luminious, but one that had been bound under certain sets of rules that were strange, but Eos now understood why something like this could happen, because he had always had the answer all along, and the answer was End.

One of the first rules Eos had learned about this power was that it was capable of almost everything, but it asked a price in return.