The first move had been the laugh of a farmer in a field, and the second move was the silence that followed it.
This is how the game began.
Eos knew that this would be the greatest challenge of his life, but like with all the challenges he would face them without holding back.
As a tenth-dimensional being, he was able to see the future, but because he was against the Painter, that future was blocked whenever the touch of the Painter came near it.
His presence also did the same for the Painter, and it would not be able to manipulate the Origin Tree as it saw fit, and it would only win if its strategy was the best.
Although Eos could not see the future, he could still see the general shape of it, and he knew that this conflict would not end for a span of time that no surviving being would ever be able to describe accurately, and even those who survived to its end would never agree on how long it had taken, because they had lived through different shapes of it.
