Eos, who had curled into himself for an entire year as he pushed through the mental wound that the actions of the Primordials had inflicted on him, slowly rose to his full height. The entirety of Eosah's Reality had been squeezed into an orb, and Eos wore it around his neck like a pendant. In this short year alone, his size had doubled, showcasing that his growth, even without any source of fuel, had never ceased.
A year was a long time for him to think, and as much as he would like to languish in his misery, his heart had grown too strong to be held back by setbacks, even ones as devastating as what he had experienced.
One of the things that had pushed him away from the mental slump he was suffering was the revelation from the Incarnation Rowan about the limitation that the Primordials would have imposed on the understanding of the higher dimensions.
