Eos sat on his Throne of Stone inside the Central Pivot and waited for all of his Primordials to gather all around him. There were now three generations of Primordials, and their number had shot up to sixty-four in less than fifty million years. This was clearly great progress, and Eos could not be any more glad because of these changes.
However, the progress of all his children inside his Origin Realms may be great, but he could not rest easy because there were certain bad crops among them, and today he would weed them out.
Normally, he would sit cross-legged on his rough stone throne and hardly move from this position, even when attending to the Primordials who sought audience with him, but now, the first Primordial that arrived, Eva, the Primordial of Revelation, saw him standing with both his hands on the hilt of his Destroyer.
