Chapter 2088: Fleeing To The Past Many thoughts were passing through the minds of those spectating this battle, and although the Primordials had been halted, this only drew attention to the gigantic anomaly present inside Existence, the Golem. In the final days, all the hidden powers had begun baring their fangs and revealing themselves, and this Golem seemed to just be the tip of the unknown wave that was rising from the past to drown the present. Nyxara, bleeding and furious, blasted her way out of the void, returning back to the battlefield. She had not bothered healing her wounds as she rapidly strived to return, and when she did, she was greeted with the sights of her siblings shattered across Existence, and Vorthas screaming in pain as he was bled to death. Her disgust and anger were profound because, as she expected, they were all useless, all of them, and her anger came from the fact that the Golem had hurt her siblings, but all of these were surface damages. Take, for instance, Vorthas, who was pinned against the fabrics of Existence. He may be suffering terrible pain, but he was barely losing any core essence, and what he was losing were the undigested essence in his body, and from this rate of loss, it was unknown who would perish first, Existence of old age or Vorthas. This Golem was playing with them, and Nyxara had endured enough of this mockery. The Ancient Primordials were fighting with most of their powers kept aside; even when they were battling Death, they had not used the entirety of their powers, because they knew they were being watched, and unleashing the full might of their strength was foolish. Throughout this battle, they were battling with at most a thousand stacks of Origin Force, which could be seen as fusing a thousand Primordial Forces into one form. Even though they were capable of much more, there was no need to unleash all of that power. Now that Nyxara was no longer feeling the need to hold back after the repeatedly failure and embarrassment, in addition to the loss of her prey, her hybrid wing flared to its brightest, most desperate intensity, and all of Existence began to shake. Inside the Origin Realms, Eos gestured, and his Destroyer erupted from its sleeping position and plugged itself beside him. Eos did not know what move Nyxara may attempt next, but whatever happens, he could not let Death die at her hands, and he would step forward if this Golem proved unable to stop her. The power from Nyxara’s body kept growing until it was almost as if it did not have a limit, and the Golem slowly turned its faceless head toward her. For the first time, the vertical slit in its face widened slightly, as a hairline fracture became a narrow, glowing abyss. All of the screaming faces on its crown became quiet as the countless trillions of faces turned to Nyxara. Something about the aura of the Golem changed instantly, and even from the Origin Realms, Eos could feel it. Previously, the Golem, despite all of its powers, had felt like a construct, a machine that came here for one purpose, which was for the protection of Death, and now, this was no longer a machine... There was no indication or sign, but a presence had inhabited that Golem, and all the New Primordials watching the battle froze in place. Their senses were not as refined as Eos’s own, but somehow, that made it even worse. Like a mortal who knew something was there beside them in the dark, but no matter how much they searched for this presence, they could feel that it was almost touching their skin, they could not detect anything. Only the calm presence of Eos here gave them reassurance, as they began to piece together some of the truths that Eos had told them about the hidden players in this war, and they slowly came to the realization why the truths of some things were hidden from their knowledge. There could not be a more humbling experience for the Primordials, and this did not dampen their spirit, but it did the opposite. They were the new path in Origin, and if they fought hard enough for it, then they could grow to be one day as strong as the presence that inhabited the Golem. Eos thought he could recognize the aura that suddenly emerged from the Golem, and while it was similar to those of Lumen, the Wings of Enoch, it was also different. It was as if he was feeling the gaze of a different Luminious! Why did he ever think there was always one Luminious in existence? Enoch and his wings were not a reliable narrator of the past, and it could be argued that the Luminious were unaware of everything going on around them, with their elitist attitude, and the same character followed Enoch as well. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 Nyxara, who had been building up her strength, was the focus of whatever that presence was, and she hesitated, and in that hesitation, the Beast of Final Rest moved. With the last dregs of its power, the dying Beast tore open a rift behind itself, a wound in the deepest layer of the Realm, leading into the uncharted voids beyond even extinct existences. For the first time, Eos was seeing the dimension of the past, and he was stunned because he found it to be very familiar, extremely familiar in fact, because he had something like this inside his body. The shattered form of the Beast collapsed inward, streaming like black smoke, tendrils dragging the remnants of its harvested Deaths with it. The Beast fled, whimpering, broken, but alive. Watching it escape were the Primordials, and as much as they wanted to pursue the Beast, they could not after they sensed the presence inside the Golem. The Golem did not follow the Beast or did it leave, as it hovered over the realm to this unknown dimension and stood between the six Primordials and the fleeing Beast, an immovable monolith of absolute finality. Its stone body radiated a pressure that made every wound on the Primordials burn hotter, and every stolen power inside them scream in protest. Nyxara floated before it, chest heaving, hybrid wing flickering with powers she was struggling to hold back. Her siblings drifted in various states of ruin around her, broken, bleeding, and screaming bloody vengeance.