The Primordial Record

Eos's attacks had consumed all the flesh and tendrils from the Abomination, and he surged forward to finish off the Abomination, but his eyes widened in shock when he discovered that, in the space between its frenzied attack and his retaliation, the creature had evolved for the fourth time!

Stopping his momentum almost instantaneously, Eos was still too late to avoid the retaliation of the Evolved Abomination as its new body that resembled a long stretched out face began to enfold him.

The flesh of the Abomination wrapped around him like a lover's embrace, mouths kissing every inch of his skin, and arms sprouting from skin to hold him close.

Eos roared as he felt the rot blast past his defenses and reach his core, and his heart stopped beating before it tore itself to pieces.

"Rest… it is over. You have fought the good fight, and know peace in the certainty that from the birth of Existence, you are the only lifeform at the eighth-dimensional level that could battle me to this extent. Now, please, just… fucking… die."

He was going to lose, everything was pointing to that conclusion, his Tri-Core Sigil flickered and went out, his Wings of Omniverse dimming, death was close, but there was no fear in Eos's eyes, only deep calculation.

The evolution of the Abomination was quite quick, but because it was singular, it was a glass cannon, and the only reason it was remaining in this fight for so long was that the power of End was pouring an unending stream of foul vitality inside it, ensuring that the Abomination could continue fighting when it should have long been destroyed.

Eos had long realized that the solution to this battle was not in killing this Abomination, as no amount of power he could throw at it would surpass the amount of vitality being poured into its body.

At least, that would be the case for everyone else.

You see, although Eos's evolution was relatively slow when compared to that of the Abomination, he was still evolving, but his evolution was qualitative in nature and not quantitative like the Abomination, who was being fed so much power that only a Will as firm as Enoch's could keep it in check.

Eos's evolution was a total rebuilding of his body from the ground up. Usually, when he called upon the power of the Primordial Record, it showed him the path possible with his foundation, and also provided any missing ingredients he might need.

And so, without his Singularity, Eos's evolution was slow, but it did not stop, and after the Abomination had evolved four times, Eos's first evolution was about to begin.

He felt it building. A pressure in his chest, where the Record had once been. It brought pain that was also pleasure, and Eos pushed past this distraction to draw deeper into the transformation building in the depths of his being.

A connection flared, distant, but strengthening.

Rowan! His Incarnation was not lost and was still pushing for the ninth-dimensional level, meaning that the connection the Incarnation had with the Primordial Record was strengthening, and this was also feeding back into Eos's evolution.

Far away, on the River of Echoes, Rowan sat with the Remnant, the home of the Ancient God, tortured and discarded by End; however, at the same time, his body still lay on the Road of Eternity, and even though it was being ravaged by a storm that was constantly shredding his body to pieces, Rowan refused to fade.

Eos was noticing that Rowan, who should have failed his tribulation, was still drawing power from him, and at first the power he was drawing was minimal; it suddenly grew, and the connection between them… surged.

Space Origin…four layers discovered, the Maw of Oblivion unlocked… then, ignited.

The shockwave that carried his cries had surged past the purple cube and slammed into the Abomination that covered Eos,

"FUSE!"

This single word should have signified Rowan fusing with the Origin of Space, but now the meaning went much deeper than that. It had become the fusion between Rowan, the Prumordial Record, and Eos.

The fusion required so much from Rowan, and he drew more from Eos. He screamed again and again, both on the Road of Eternity where the Primordials surrounded him with worries in their eyes, and on the River of Echoes where the Ancient God watched him with a faint gleam of expectation in his eyes, hoping to see a miracle.

Then darkness.

The Remnant watched and slowly leaned forward, exposing his gleaming bones as the light of expectation in his eyes began to burn like a torch. Would he be the one to end the terror of a being that had stalked existence since time immemorial?

A soft sigh emerged from Rowan's mouth as his eyes opened, and he no longer saw darkness… he saw the truth.

"Ah, so this is what it means to be a Primordial. I become a part of him, and I find my home."

Rowan reached ahead of him, and space unfolded around his body and soul. He now fully understood that his soul was on the River, guided by the Remnant to give him the sheer chance he needed to reach Primordial, and his body was on the Road of Eternity… and that road was meant to bear the burdens of his Tribulation.

The Road of Eternity trembled and began to crack as Rowan slowly rose to his feet. The Primordials surrounding him could not hold their bodies steady, and they all fell to their knees, and in this moment, Rowan was like a sun, surrounded by the worlds that depend on his light for their sustenance.

However, he did not care for any of this. At the moment, the Maw of Oblivion opened in his soul, and he saw not just space, but the thread connecting all things to it, and those threads included the foul vitality feeding the Abomination.

This endless stream came from End.

Thin, white, endless, no Primordial in existence would be able to find it, so well was it hidden, but it could not hide from his sight; they were visible to him now.

Rowan reached through the connection to Eos and sent him a single thought.

This thought was a vision of the thread, and not just the thread; he also showed him the way to cut it.

Eos felt it while he was still in the embrace of the Abomination, with rot tearing his body and soul to pieces. In the midst of being digested by the Abomination, he saw the stream of its endless power.

It was white, pulsing, pouring from beyond existence into the core of this Abomination, feeding it with unending vitality. This was End's lifeline.

Upon seeing this weakness, Eos smiled.

Of course, the best method he had on hand was to sever this connection, but Eos had another idea, he would out evolve this monster.

The Abomination was the source of his greatest danger, but it could be the spark he needed to push his main body to the ninth dimensional level.

Rowan's soul on the boat began to fade. He smiled when he realized the position his main body was taking.

"You are truly mad, Eos…" the Ancient God sighed in wonder.