The final words from Nyxara hung in the void like a curse, and Eos dread.
He was not surprised when Luminious Veil's fading form dissolved into the fabric of Existence, her path a wound in reality that bled darkness into the light.
The body of the serpents should have held her, but she followed that pierced through Existence itself, thoroughly avoiding the barrier of flesh he had placed over the Hollow.
He was now realizing how lucky he was to have killed Memory due to the Luminious underestimating him, but Luminious Veil did not make the same mistake.
Eos watched her go, his hand still outstretched, the remnants of the corrupted Soul Origin dissipating in front of him like smoke.
"She was always part of him," Eos whispered, the realization settling into his bones like frost. "The Luminious are not separate beings. They are fragments. Pieces of a whole that was shattered at the beginning of everything."
