Eos's actions in these last few moments had done more for upgrading and empowering Origin than all the Primordials combined in the last thousand Existences.
However, they could not be blamed, the only reason Eos could reach this point was that he had used lots of the tools of the enemy.
His existence was always inevitable, and now that he was here, Origin itself rejoiced.
"I am duration," the seed whispered. "I am the space between heartbeats. I am the pause before the storm. And through you, Maker, I am eternal."
Eos closed his chest, and the silver seed joined the others, orbiting his core in patterns that were beginning to form something, a constellation, perhaps, or a cage, or a crown.
These changes happening inside him were both new and expected, but whatever will be… will be, Eos was ready for this final battle.
He had killed three of them now. Memory, Chaos, and Time.
