Eos knew the moment he reached the tenth-dimensional level that he was now immortal in a way that the Primordials and the Luminious could never understand.
At the moment, he could no longer be killed, even if he wanted to, and that was both a blessing and a curse. He did not say anything after that revelation from the Painter, as he continued to listen to it.
This was information that he needed for his clash with the Painter, and as a tenth-dimensional being whose core was the Will of Truth, it was impossible for anyone to lie to him, not even the Painter.
"Our purposes are load-bearing in the geometry of the dimension itself," the Painter said, its voice was low, and emerged from its form like a whisper, "If you were to be deleted, the new Existence you have made would lose its center… its Telos."
