THE HOLLOW.
When the Ancient Primordials were dying, he had begun to sense the transformation around Nyxara, but he had questions that he needed answers to, and he consciously left her for last, and the interesting thing was that Eos had felt her leave the moment he raised his head up, as if Nyxara was playing games with her.
What sort of being was this that he felt was unlike a Primordial or a Luminious? Inside his consciousness, Eos was struggling to parse through the memories of Memory, but it was just too much, and he was aware that some answers may come too late… the only thing he could do at this time was to respond to the situation at hand, and hope for a breakthrough quickly enough.
Eos closed his eyes, although Nyxara had vanished, he was not afraid that she would escape; he had not forged this Hollow because he had nothing better to do.
