Every Primordial here was not afraid of death, nor did they welcome it. They saw the battle as a necessity, but they all knew the stakes that were involved and the kind of monsters that would be participating inside it, however, none of them had this anticipation they were seeing in Telmus's eyes.
"Eos knew this day would come," Telmus said. "He has been preparing for it since the first Primordial was born. The shields were never meant to hold forever. The battles we have fought were never meant to be won by strength alone."
He raised his spear, and the hundred Archai bound to him flared with light.
"Every death and sacrifice. Every moment the horde spent battering against our walls, it was all feeding something. Something that has been growing in the heart of the Prime Axis for a hundred million years."
Below them, the Mountain of Ascension began to crack.
