THE HOLLOW.
With the death of two Ancient Primordials in such a drastic manner, the silence that followed Eos's words was like the silence of Existence itself holding its breath, watching to see what would emerge from the wreckage of everything it had known.
Dying was what everything else did, not the Ancient Primordials. They were here from the beginning, and they would remain when everything ended… How could they fall here? How could they be killed… by him?!
A howl as if emerging from a dying animal emerged from Xyris, the Ancient Primordial of Time as he moved forward and backward at the same time.
His Primordial body stretched until it became a serpentine horror of rusting brass and shattered glass that coiled into itself like a serpent.
