Chapter 2076: Can He Get Stronger "Do you all feel that?" Xyris, Primordial Time, spoke slowly. His appearance was fuzzy as his words decayed as they left his lips, "Eos little experiment seems to be gaining momentum... hundreds of Primordials in a single day, and he is not drawing from the power of Existence or using any of the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record." "Bold but foolish," Eldrithor, Primordial Demon, grinned, his entire body transforming into a gigantic mouth that was stretched too far and contained too many teeth and a gum that bled blood and disease. His form transformed back to a shifting chaos of flesh and shadow, as he rose from his throne of desolation and walked to the edge, overlooking the growing army, especially the massive monstrosities that were bigger than universes and had the power of Primordials. "He creates hundreds, but we create millions. I don’t care what promise these new creations have; they shall all be crushed to dust." "I agree with you," Xylos, Primordial Demon, spoke out, and Eldrithor looked back at him with a bit of surprise in his eyes. He gave his brother a small bow, but Xylos looked away and continued speaking, not acknowledging Eldrithor, but Primordial Chaos did not seem to care; he just returned to his throne of chaos. "This amount of development is unexpected, but the curve of power would grow too slowly for Eos to ever catch up with us using his subordinates, but we should not be concerned with these New Primordials, when our every thought should be geared towards him. There are many Primordials, but there is only one Eos, and he is the most terrible of enemies." Vorthas, Primordial Life chuckled, "A part of his essence comes from my domain, and the deeper I understand the concept of Life, the more I have come to realize how much a miracle that child is, but this is still troubling, and we should not disregard it out of hand, hundreds of new ninth dimensional entities in a hundred million years without pulling any resources from Existence is ridiculous... Are the ten thousand Origin Realms that fertile?" Elgorath shrugged at that question, "I could have answered that question if there was ever a realm like that in Existence, but everything has changed, and they are new... There is nothing to learn from the past. Still, we shall get answers the moment we start pushing more of our hordes towards those realms, but that is another matter for the future." Nyxara frowned, the irritation in her heart growing, "You know, in a world that just ended, there is a quirky proverb by the natives, and it says that he who peels nuts for a blind man must keep whistling to prove that he is not eating them." The rest of the Primordials blinked and looked at her in confusion, and she sighed, "Eos’s character is closest to my own, and the things he wants us to see as nothing should be what we are focusing on. His new creations do not seem important, but they could be the lynchpin for the battle ahead, and it deserves more interest from us than what we are giving." Vorthas frowned, "If we are using your analogy, then I believe the fact that we cannot detect a rapid growth in Eos’s strength from absorbing the Origin Force and Essence in the Primordial Record is the greatest cause for concern than whatever minor thrash he can elevate to the level of Primordials." When the Ancient Primordials had proclaimed that Eos needed billions of years to absorb the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record, they had been correct, and this revelation was the essential catalyst for the Agreement that was created for this battle; however, what no other party knew was that the Ancient Primordials could sense if the power of Eos’s Origin was growing. Unlike the new Primordials who were walking on an entirely new branch of Origin, Eos seemed to be determined to follow the same path as the Ancient Primordials, and if he had began to absorb the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record, they would be able to feel it, and in that way, they would be able to precisely judge how strong Eos was becoming. However, from the moment he entered the Origin Realms, Eos seemed to have transformed into a turtle. He was not even a Primordial at the moment, and this was worrying. What was feared was not a man with unlimited appetites; the truly scary man was the one whose appetites were unknown. Xyris nodded, "I agree with him, my sister, Eos still remains an Old One, and despite his powers, does he believe he can make a worthy difference by not climbing to this stage? We all know what it means that he is still choosing to remain an Old One even after all this time." "I think he believes that he can still grow stronger even as an Old One," Eldrithor burst into laughter, and he soon went silent when he whispered again to himself in slight disbelief, "Does he think he can still grow stronger... has he not reached his limit?" His memories returned to the moment when Eos had killed his Incarnation inside Oblivion, and he shivered. The memories of running for his life on a dead shore as Eos silently stalked him from behind were a memory that was so potent that it had crossed through the deathly memories of his Incarnation and reached him. He looked up to see the worried looks crossing the faces of the Primordials, and he asked, "If he is not thinking of becoming a Primordial anytime soon, what is the path he is choosing to grow?" "The answer is right in front of our eyes," Nyxara smiled, "Eos’s heritage is not just that of the Primordials; are we forgetting that he is also a Reality unto himself? Perhaps he has given up on becoming a Primordial and seeks to improve his strength by being the bearer of the flames of Origin. It is plain that he hates our branch of Origin and wants to create a new one. Don’t you see what is happening? Before our eyes, he is creating a new foundation that would toss out the old, because he no longer trusts the power already in place." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 "If I remember correctly, you are the cause of that," Xylos grinned, "You broke his mind... I can still remember his face when we were freed, hahahaha, it was one of the most shocked expressions I have ever seen. I think you traumatized him so badly that he does not want to become a Primordial anymore and wishes to use others to grow his power." Elgorath sneered in disdain, "Surely that cannot be the case. If he chooses this path, his growth may be unprecedented, but it would be too slow. How can he hold his Primordials safe with the oncoming war and the descent of our fury?" "Does it matter?" Nyxara chuckled, "What matters is that we snuff out his hope before they have time to fruit." she paused, "I suggest we make a surprise attack at his Origin Realms, and find a way to kill some of his new children."