EOSAHโS REALITY (FIFTEEN SECONDS AGO)
The abomination rose in silence. ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฏ๐๐.๐๐ผ๐บ
It had once been Eosahโs Reality, the final bastion of freewill left inside Limbo, and free from the madness that plagued all of existence. Rowan had done a good job taking care of this Reality even in its broken state, some might say, too good a job.
Now the abomination folded itself inside-out in hatred, collapsing every universe inside its new form until it became a single, writhing atrocity, fueled by a mind that was alien to all that existence stood for.
A billion arms of braided spacetime, each arm tipped with a claw made of frozen big-bangs; ten thousand heads that were screaming galactic clusters, with their mouths made from event horizons.
It had a torso of inverted causality where cause dripped upward into effect, and every wound birthed new wounds before it was inflicted.
And it arrived like the death of silence itself, before it attacked.
Telmus, the Primordial of Defiant Ascension, was the first to respond when the warped reality took shape and began killing Rowan. He could taste the stench of battle even before it began, but he was still too slow to determine where the danger was coming from quickly enough before Rowanโs body was blasted apart.
He raised his Spear of Defiance with a roar, and his Ebon Host, their number now reaching a few billion, poured into his spear until it glowed with a deep oily darkness that pushed out all light and radiance for trillions of light years, and, analyzing his target for a moment, he flung it towards the chest of this abomination.
Sheba, the Primordial of unbroken Horizon, quickly gestured towards the entity ahead of them and unleashed her Origin Domian to cover its entirety, but it barely lasted a moment before it was blasted apart. But she breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes widened with anger, and she turned towards Telmus.
The Spear of Defiance was aimed at the chest of the entity, but millions of arms rose up against it, and they were blasted to pieces, and more arms rose to hold back the spear in such massive numbers that from afar it almost resembled the many leaves of a tree being shaken by the wind.
Ten thousand faces screamed their rage, but their anger was nothing before the might of this spear that cleanly pierced through the arms of the entity, before striking its chest and bursting out from the back.
It stayed frozen for a moment before every inch of it collapsed into dust.
"Well, that was rather easy," the Primordial of Victorious Genesis stepped forward, a bit upset that he was not the first one to make a move before Telmus crushed the danger that they had been warned might arise.
Shebaโs anger had not left her eyes as she growled, "There were countless lives left inside of its body; you could have held back your hand a bit before striking."


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