The very air of the Prime Axis became still when the Primordials shook with anger and astonishment that so many of their number were traitors.
In fifty million years, the bonds between the Primordials were deeper than blood, and to know that the person you would gladly give your life for on the battlefield was faking their true motivation and agenda was a blow to their spirit.
However, Primordials did not reach their position by being simple beings; they understood the deep complexities of this war, and no matter how painful this experience was, they acknowledged that this was part of what fighting battles at their levels would turn out to be.
They supported Eos' decision, with so much pressure coming to them from all over Limbo, the last thing they needed was a hidden knife within.
In the brief moment before Noctis was killed, they had all seen it… the sheer disregard for life and glimpsed the mind of a being who saw everything in Existence as pieces on a board.
