TEN THOUSAND ORIGIN REALMS
The ten thousand Origin Realms had been absorbed by the Origin Tree, but that did not mean they had been fully integrated with it.
For Eos, the ten thousand Origin Realms were like a sandbox where all the experiments he was undertaking with Origin were made.
The battlefield, where so many Primordials and defenders of the Realm had perished, had now gone still.
This was not the stillness of peace; the battle had not ended, even though it seemed to have a weird pause as if the world was holding its breath waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The remnants of the armies of the Ancient Primordials had stopped. The Soulwraiths stood frozen, their faceless forms turned toward the light of the Origin Tree that was rising on the horizon of this shattered Existence like a second dawn.
Eva stood among the dead and the dying and the barely living, and she felt the change moving through her like a tide coming in after an impossibly long retreat.
