There was no powerful surge of energy or Aura emerging from the Primordials; their presence could barely be felt, almost like mortals, and yet, Eos found them more frightening than when they were living embodiments of hunger and madness.
Their presence did not scream power, not because they now had less of it; instead, they now had control of it, a control so solid to Eos's senses that they resembled mortals.
However, he did not think he had taken too much power from them, almost as if he had taken just the right amount. Eos' instinct was telling him that if he battled any one of them… he would lose, and if he won, he would not survive to battle the second.
Then Nyxara, Primordial Soul, stepped forward and spoke, "Ah, so it works, we are free." She turned towards the rest and smirked, "Never doubt my judgment next time."
