Eos looked past his Origin Realms and into the endless void surrounding him, and he sighed.
Limbo was changing.
For sixty-five million Cosmic Eras, the actions of the Ancient Primordials had reshaped the fabrics of Existence, following the footsteps of their creator, Enoch.
Every Existence before this mad Luminous had a boundary, and even the greatest powers to ever exist, the Luminous understood the importance of maintaining the stability of Existence, even if they chose to set themselves apart from it.
Enoch had not cared about this stability, cursed with the unending hunger and desire for change that every living Luminous had poured into his body before he took his first breath. Enoch had set out to change Existence, and he succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.
