The Primordial Record - Chapter 2181 A Truth Worth Recording (5)

Chapter 2181  A Truth Worth Recording (5)

The final words from Nyxara hung in the void like a curse, and Eos dread.

He was not surprised when Luminious Veil’s fading form dissolved into the fabric of Existence, her path a wound in reality that bled darkness into the light.

The body of the serpents should have held her, but she followed that pierced through Existence itself, thoroughly avoiding the barrier of flesh he had placed over the Hollow.

He was now realizing how lucky he was to have killed Memory due to the Luminious underestimating him, but Luminious Veil did not make the same mistake.

Eos watched her go, his hand still outstretched, the remnants of the corrupted Soul Origin dissipating in front of him like smoke.

“She was always part of him,” Eos whispered, the realization settling into his bones like frost. “The Luminious are not separate beings. They are fragments. Pieces of a whole that was shattered at the beginning of everything.”

Eos gasped as this ultimate truth was like a magnet drawing upon relevant truths that were scattered inside the impossibly vast landscape of Luminious Memory’s soul.

The memory of Memory, the fragments he had consumed, began to rearrange themselves in his consciousness. Not random data, but a pattern. A grand design that blew him away.

He had been wrong about the bloodline of Black Zenith; the Luminious were not a race, well, technically they were, but they could not be strictly defined by this rule.

They were more like a single being that had been broken apart by the power of End, scattered across the void between Existences, each fragment developing its own consciousness, its own hunger, its own need.

Without End, all of the Luminious would be fused together as one, but End was both their leash and their reason for existence.

It was a weird symbiotic relationship that made Eos rethink what he knew about the Painter, or the Great One, as the Luminious called this unknown being.

What was happening to Existence was just one of the changes that was shattering the fragility of all life; beyond that was something else that was beginning to happen, which was causing a disruption in the plans of the Luminious.

In the beginning, the Luminious had been shattered into pieces to grow, but now they were being brought back together.

After countless Existences, they were beginning to reunite, and this act of unity was creating a ripple effect that was sending chaotic reverberations all throughout the many Existences.

This was because only the consciousness of one Luminious would remain after all of them had been reunited.

There were three core Luminious, and Enoch was the last of the three core Luminious to be born. Nyxara was the second, and the first was still unknown, even to a Luminious like Memory.

To be the one whose consciousness would remain after the union was over, all three core Luminious made an Agreement; they were given specific goals and targets, and the one who lost would have to sacrifice their power to the one who won.

Nyxara, Luminious Veil, was the first core fragment to return to him.

“They’re going to fuse,” Eos said, and the words tasted like ash in his mouth. “If they fuse, they become something that can consume everything.”

What would happen when all the luminous beings become one? Would they become something else?

Eos knew that the Luminious was trying to consume Existence, but that was only looking at it on the surface; what they were really going after was Origin, the fundamental foundation of Existence.

The Great One, Eos, now believed that it wanted to consume Existence and the power of Origin, but the power of the Painter was so great that Eos was not sure they could reach into Existence and claim that power because Origin and End were like matter and antimatter.

If the Great One wanted to possess Origin, then they needed to do something drastic, and that was to shatter a part of themselves into small pieces, the Luminious.

Yet these pieces were still so virulent and antithetical to Origin that, to balance all this out, Lumina was created to serve as a bridge to Existence and to allow the Luminious to walk inside it.

Now that a vital core of the Great One, Enoch, could walk inside Existence, it was only a matter of time before everything fell into his palm.

Eos looked down at his chest, at the wound where Nyxara had torn out his core. He was diminished. Weakened, but not broken… not yet.

He was about to leave, but something made him stop, and he looked at the remnants of the fading Origin of Soul.

It would only take him a moment to recreate an Incarnation to become the new Primordial Soul, and his core was healing, and yet, there was something different.

Eos closed his eyes and thought about this feeling of the void in his core, and he shook his head and smiled in annoyance, “That cheeky bitch stole a part of my core.”

Cracking his neck, he held up his hand, and he called for the Origin Ouroboros, “The end war is here, and your strength is needed, my children.”

A mighty hiss reverberated through the Hollow, and it began to shatter, showing visions of vast scales, each one the size of a Reality. ®

TEN THOUSAND ORIGIN REALMS

The soul of Existence fought against the crushing weight of Enoch, but the word ‘fighting’ was too grand; he was barely surviving.

He could feel Enoch growing stronger with every moment, and this was different from anything he had ever experienced before. Enoch was growing too fast, much too quickly, for the soul to adapt.

There was also the fact that he was not yet adapting when he was still fusing with Existence, and also keeping the defenses of the Origin Realms still alive by giving the Primordials that were battling to keep his dream alive, space to grow.

“Even at the end, you still fight for them, do you not see that it is hopeless? What can you do against the might of everlasting change?”