The Primordial Record-Chapter 2143: The Tower of Luminious Silence

The Incarnations of Eos stared at the single, impossible tower rising from the boundary where reality seemed to have thinned to a dream.

Its surface was seamless pearl-white marble shot through with veins of liquid calm; each block was larger than universes, yet the whole structure tapered upward with impossible elegance, vanishing into a crown of soft, perpetual twilight.

This tower had suddenly appeared in this realm, and it was apparent it was built by hands that exceeded the scope of Primordials.

The greatest weakness of Eos and his Origin Realms was presented in full at this time. The Luminious, a race of beings that he believed to be extinct, had quietly infiltrated his domain.

However, there was nothing he could do against this breach in security; he could only work to the best of his abilities.

At this time, more of the Incarnations were reaching the level of Primordials, and more of them were reaching this place. The horde from the Blackened Scar was dangerous; they had the potential to destroy the Origin Realms, but this conflict went beyond the armies of the Ancient Primordials and reached areas that the Primordials could not yet fathom.

They were concerned about the state of the war, but what was more important to them was the evil growing in their domain. In a short while, 3,540 Ancient Primordials, all of Eos’s Incarnations, landed before the tower, and glancing at each other, the Incarnations knew that this would have to be enough.

An unknown power was watching everything happening as the massive doors at the tower’s base yawned open like the mouth of enlightenment itself, inviting yet lethal.

A faint breeze blew out of the doorway, and the Incarnations crossed the threshold; the doorway behind them vanished, and it was as if they had been transported to a different and unknown dimension.

The interior of this tower resembled a void filled with distant stars, but at its center were stairways with a helical structure that ascended endlessly into the distance.

Each stair was so vast a single Reality could be placed upon it, and alongside each stair were corridors, galleries, and chambers that spiraled ever upward in defiance of geometry.

There was an air around this tower that suggested that this was not a new structure, but was something that was older than this Existence, perhaps many Existences.

The Incarnations surged upwards, and as they walked upon each staircase, gravity shifted with each rotation they made; walls became floors, ceilings became horizons. It was as if every stair they walked upon were showing them sights of Existences beyond their own.

There was a potent danger here due to the vastness of each staircase; it was very possible for the Incarnations to become lost inside any of the staircases or be delayed.

Whatever was happening at the top, they needed to stop it, and yet they were travelling past distances that would take an average Primordial to lose hope. An average Primordial would need nearly a million years to cross a single staircase, but with so many Incarnations sharing their mind and power, they were able to cross each staircase in almost a second.

This was the reason why the Incarnations had to be the ones to deal with this problem, as none of the New Primordials at this time was able to handle this task.

They were making good time, but the stairs in front of them were so far ahead, and it was unknown what the fate of the Origin Realms they had left behind was, because the moment the doors to the tower vanished, their connection with the outside world, even to Eos himself, was cut off.

In their experience, there was only one reason that would happen, and that was they were in a place that was so distant it was impossible for the mind of Eos to touch them, and that meant this tower was situated outside of Existence.

Maybe there was a physical tower in the Origin Realm, but that tower was just a small portion of its entire self, like a doorway into the true tower that was not found inside Existence.

From the Will of Silence they had detected before entering the tower, they expected that the Golem that had fought the Ancient Primordials should be an enemy that they would be expecting, but this did not trouble the Incarnation.

One reason the Ancient Primordials had been so helpless against the Golem was that it had been utilizing the Proto-Dimensions; it could inflict punishing blows against them when they could not trace or detect its attacks, but every Incarnation here had remade their foundation with the true essence of Existence, and their Origin was perfect.

This was the reason it was taking so long for the Incarnations to reach the Primordial level, otherwise with the consciousness power of each Incarnation here, reaching the Primordial level was as easy as taking a step. So in essence, what each Primordial had done was recultivate from a mortal to a Primordial in a short period to avoid all shortcomings; the gates to the end of all things had opened, and the final war was ongoing.

They could not have done this process before now because Eos was afraid that if they reshaped their foundation before the war, it might trigger certain abnormalities that would reveal their hand, and so they had to wait until the war had begun before they began recultivating their power.

Only Eos would have the confidence to do something like this, and still, he fell short; only a third of his Incarnation was here to face this threat, but it would have to be enough. The main body had killed the Luminious Memory, then having thousands of his Incarnation fighting Luminious Silence would have to do.

They kept their eyes peeled, and yet the first waves of enemies that fell upon them were unexpected. Primordial Light was at the fore; his light was so bright it covered the rest of the Incarnations, and so from afar it was almost as if a gigantic sun the size of a universe was rising through the tower.

The enemies appeared unexpectedly beside each incarnation, and they were the ghostly duplicates of each of them.

Primordial Light had an instant to recognize the danger, and he exploded his Origin into a colossal supernova that excluded every Incarnation and pushed back their duplicates.

The duplicates bent their head in an eerie manner, and in silence, they attacked; their movements, powers, and tactics were eerily similar to every Incarnation here.

They fought without rage, draining momentum with every parried blow, turning fury into meditative exhaustion. However, if they were facing a normal Primordial, this would have led to an unknown outcome, but these were the Incarnations of Eos himself, and he had not held back in their creation, as their bodies were perfectly made to suit their Origin.

A normal Immortal would have to slowly change their bodies, Will, and mindset as they developed towards Origin, but every one of the Incarnations here was designed to be the perfect carrier of the Origin Force that was unique to them.

These duplicates were Echoes of Silence; it could copy them to an extent, but not the core of who they were. One on One, none of these duplicates were equal to the Incarnations, and yet they did not need to win, only delay as much as possible.

The Incarnations here knew this, and without saying a word, they chose opponents that they directly countered. Primordial Light sought out the duplicate of Primordial Darkness, Primordial Flame fought Primordial Water, and in a stunning act of martial might, strategy, and raw power, the Incarnations tore their duplicates apart in seconds.

There were barely any injuries, and brushing off this hindrance, they surged ahead, knowing that they were finally getting somewhere.

However, the attacks did not end; more and more of their duplicates began to appear, the higher they went, until each Incarnation was fighting ten duplicates of themselves. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The battles were tense and horrifying at the same time. Each of these duplicates held Primordial-level strength, and it meant that killing them was not fast or easy, but every Rowan here was making this act of insane butchery to resemble something closer to an art form.

Spears of light, darkness, flames, earth, and all sorts of ancient Primordial forces lit up thousands of these staircases. If this battle were being fought outside this tower, the brilliance of it would have lit up the entirety of Existence.

Each impact of these Primordial Forces birthed Big Bangs so powerful and profound that trillions of universes were being born and crushed in every moment. This was what the clash between ancient Primordial forces looked like.

The first injury soon happened, but that was all there was to it, as the Incarnations succeeded in cleansing all the duplicates, and a section of the tower began to collapse as all the power inside them had been drained in this short skirmish, where the Incarnation had nearly killed a million duplicates.