The Soul Origins that were still clustered around her core were screaming in what could be pain or pleasure as they were being ripped from her, as the lightning blasting out from her core was tearing them away, causing them to spill into the void like blood from a wound.
The countless stolen souls that had made her, the countless deaths, the endless betrayals, the eternal hunger, were being stripped from her, layer by layer, truth by truth.
Eos had not forgotten that at the core of each Ancient Primordial was something that was not necessarily evil, but they had been given this path of endless hunger, and their fate was sealed.
As Eos drew out the Soul Origin from the unknown light inside her, tearing that fusion apart, the Soul Origin began to scream.
Looking closer, Eos noticed countless tendrils from the pale light that had sunk into the Origin of Soul like foot-length maggots infesting a wound, and as he pulled, those tendrils were dragged out of the Origin.
