The Primordial Record - Chapter 2179 A Truth Worth Recording (3)
Chapter 2179 A Truth Worth Recording (3)
The Will of Truth was the only thing that kept Eos safe from the power of this Luminious.
With Eos present power, it was impossible for someone to twist his mind, and so the fact that he could pity this girl and willingly cut out a part of his Origin meant that Reality itself had changed around him to make him always feel for this child.
This was a unique power that his Will of Truth saved him from, and this gave him the chance to retaliate.
This Luminious, wearing the skin of Nyxara, not only wanted to consume the seventh dimension, but she also wanted to collect parts of the greatest creation of this present Existence, Eos himself.
Cutting off a piece of his Origin and giving it to Nyxara had undoubtedly weakened him, but Eos had also placed a trap inside his core.
Looking at the expanding garden that would soon cover the entirety of the Hollow, Eos smiled in satisfaction.
However, it was not long before a disturbance drew him to the center of the garden where the child had exploded.
The ground bulged, and from it a new girl was born again with hair the color of starlight, and in her hands, she held the pale light that Eos suspected was the true form of the Luminious.
He sighed. He should have known; it was never going to be easy.
The girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at Eos, and in those eyes, he did not see any familiar emotion, just surprise and a bit of fear.
Then there was a flicker, and that fear was gone, replaced by old knowledge.
Eos knew that a moment before, this girl had been born a blank slate, but the mind of the Luminious had just taken over her body.
He blinked as he suddenly felt pain in his chest, and looking down, he saw the girl smiling up at him with her hand closed around his heart.
One moment she had been lying on the ground, and the next her hand was inside his body.
Eos did not know anyone faster than him, and even if they were, it was impossible for his senses not to have detected them, and so the only reason this could happen was if this girl was able to somehow deceive Existence itself that she was not lying on the ground but standing before him.
“That is a nifty trick.” Eos gasped, “How do you do it?”
The girl smiled, “You think this is anything? Wait until you see me do this.”
Eos gasped in shock as the hand that had encircled his heart was suddenly grabbing more than his physical form; it also grabbed his core.
It was not the first time that Eos had fallen under attacks that transformed his body back to flesh and blood; it was one of the few attacks that worked on him, and so he had long found ways to defend himself against attacks like this.
In essence, whenever he is transformed into flesh, his consciousness enters a state in which his flesh becomes a meat suit, and no matter the kind of damage he suffers, it no longer affects the core of who he is.
However, this power of the Luminious was changing rules and Existence seemingly at her whim, making it so that he had never taken any step to shield his consciousness from his flesh.
“You fool,” she whispered, and the sound traveled to his ears where it echoed repeatedly, “fool…fool…fool.”
As the voice echoed, it began to change. First, it sounded like a girl, then it grew a bit deeper and more majestic until it sounded like the voice of a woman that he had never heard before. “Did you think it would be that easy? Did you think I would let you win?”
Eos looked down at the child, and he noticed that the garden was gone. All of the energy that was inside the light, which fed the growth of the garden, had been taken back and reversed.
Existence seemed to flicker, and the pain in Eos’s chest multiplied exponentially as the child was no longer present and in her place was the true Nyxara, her form whole again, but also different.
Her skin now looked like a lighter shade of shadows, and her eyes blazed like the sun. A moment before, Eos was looking down at her; now she was taller than he, and she was looking down on him.
A small smirk was at the side of her mouth, and she was about to speak when she noted that Eos was beginning to smile.
“I never thought it would be easy, but I know there is one thing I can always count on, and it would be your greed.”
Nyxara looked at Eos in surprise before she glanced down at her body when she noticed something that had not been there before.
She was wounded.
It was not a physical wound because there was nothing of flesh about Nyxara; this wound was worse because it had done something to her that could not be undone. The girl had taken a part of his core, and that was a good thing for Nyxara; stealing a portion of Eos’s core was a great source of power.
However, the present core of Eos was not just potential; inside that core was Eos’ belief about his path for the future.
Like he had told Eva, he now totally followed the path of Origin and no longer that of End, and his core no longer held any corruption of End inside of it.
This sort of core was poison to the Luminious as it had planted something in her that was not hunger and not the endless, screaming want that had defined her existence.
It had planted doubt and the possibility of living for more than one’s own interest.
“What have you done to me?” Nyxara shrieked as she stepped back, her hand emerging from Eos’s chest with a wet sucking sound.
Eos grimaced in pain and shrugged, “Frankly, I thought you would see this coming, and did not expect that it would work so easily. You gave me this idea when I placed the Will of Mercy in your heart; this is the same, only exponentially worse. Your nature seems to distort reality, but I place truth inside you. So, are you willing to spit out the part of me you have taken, or do you believe you can change it before it changes you?”
Nyxara screamed, and her body began to crack. The body of the child rose out of her chest, screaming, but it was being held back by her skin.
“Free me… free me…” the child was screaming as it began clawing outward as if she was trying to rip her way out of Nyxara’s body.
Eos’s eyes tightened a bit as he watched this horrific sight. It would seem that the child had always existed, and it had long been buried and consumed by the Luminious, and when she had eaten a part of his potential, the infection of truth was causing a split between these two entities, the Primordial of Soul and the Luminious.
Without the Origin of Soul inside her, Nyxara could not consume the seventh dimension, and this was problematic for the Luminious as she shrieked in rage, her hands began pressing against the face of the girl, pushing her back into her body.
She was struggling to push back the child inside of her when a loud crack echoed through the Hollow. Nyxara did not notice the cause, not until she began to fall on her back did she see that Eos had appeared before her and had slammed one of his fists into her stomach, seized her core, and was beginning to squeeze.
“You cannot kill me,” Nyxara hissed, but her voice cracked on the words. “I am the hunger that consumes all things, and I cannot be stopped. I am Luminious Veil, and everything will be…”
Eos did not even look at her while maintaining pressure on the elusive core in his palm; he focused on the girl struggling to tear her way out of Luminious Veil.
He always had a close relationship with the Origin of Soul, and he could communicate with her.
“You’re a child who was hurt a long time ago,” Eos said very gently, all his words carrying truth that touched the core of himself inside the Origin of Soul. “You’re a child who was told she had to be hungry, and to consume, and to be the end…and you believed it. You believed it because you had no choice. But you have a choice now. You always had a choice.”
Nyxara screeched, “Stop it, you do not know who I am, I am Luminious Veil, I have been here when the Great One breathed life into Existence and my Will is his own, you have no right to change what I am.”
“I do not change anything, I only bring out only what was there. The truth always remains the truth, and you are not fighting against me but yourself.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Nyxara screamed in anger and loss, “You think I don’t see what I could have been? What I should have been? I see it every time I close my eyes. I see the garden I could have grown. The worlds I could have nurtured. The lives I could have loved.”
