Primordial Soul screamed.
What erupted from her mouth was not sound but a cataclysm beyond immortal comprehension.
Her cry was like a storm of raw, unfiltered creation, and its meaning was clear to all the Primordials here, because they were responsible for it.
They were all responsible for chaining the infinite into a fragile vessel of flesh. So her cry was of the cosmos forced into silence.
She looked down at the Primordial holding her hand and sighed, "Once more you betray me, brother; my eternity has been shackled by time."
Primordial Time reared back as if he had been stung. Something that could have been shame crossed his eyes, but it was soon suppressed.
A single tear drop fell from her eye, and Primordial Time, whose head had been bowed down in shame, hurriedly looked up to his sister’s face and then back towards the falling tear drop. Realization entered his spirit, but it was already too late as the rear drop touched the flame beneath the feet of Primordial Soul.
A massive explosion rippled out from the contact between the teardrop and the flame, and the entire path of the blast was directed towards Primordial Life.
It was like a blazing comet of divine wrath, searing through the veils of existence and crashing into Primordial Life. He was covered in a fiery blast of power that made the entirety of Reality shudder, but in the moment before the impact, a careful watcher would have seen the face of Primordial Life, and he was smiling.
The cataclysm of destruction surrounding Primordial Soul burned brightly for a while, and none of the Primordials here moved a finger to help. Still, this flame did not burn for long as an inhalation was heard, and all of that fury was drawn into the opened mouth of Primordial Life.
His appearance was revealed, showing that he was nothing but blackened bones, but when he took a step forward, he was renewed, and was still wearing the form of his Throne.
Primordial Life laughed aloud, "You should stop your futile actions, Soul, we have given you a gift. Now you wear chains of bone and breath, and your fury can only simmer beneath your heartbeat. We have questions for you, and if you answer them well, perhaps we shall leave you with this cage. Why does it matter if this reality falls? There are more lands to conquer inside Limbo."
Fury filled the eyes of Primordial Soul, and she was about to unleash her wrath once more, but suddenly she went still and observed the Primordials around her. When her gaze touched Time, he looked away, but the rest peered back at her with challenge in their eyes.
She cocked her head to the side as if in thought, before she said,
"Even until this moment, you all don’t see it. The corruption that had festered in your dominion."
"What do we not see, Soul?" Primordial Life smiled.
Primordial Soul closed her eyes, and her body began to collapse. This should be impossible, but it was already a good thing that they could imprison her in this manner for so long.
"You have been inside this place too long," she said. You are all beginning to forget your purpose. Tell me, if you return from this journey, will you devour your core or allow yourselves to be assimilated? Isn’t it funny? We were defeated by Eosah, not by the strength of her might, but by the slow corruption of comfort."
Her skin turned to ash when she looked at Time, "You have made too many mistakes, brother, and I can no longer support you. I would have pleaded for your life, and now, I can only beg him to give you a quick death."
Primordial Soul crouched, and she was devoured by the flames, leaving the gathering in silence for a while.
"So, it is confirmed," Primordial Life said, as he brought out a glowing chart. Soul was able to break her flesh bond. It means she has awakened part of her consciousness outside of Oblivion."
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