The Luminious could not fight the power of End; any attempt to destroy it would be similar to pouring fuel into an open flame, it would only cause it to grow, but if they could not defeat it, it did not mean that it could not be suppressed.
Before now, the Luminious could never have imagined they would be interfering in the lesser realms in such a drastic manner. Still, they had to admit to themselves that this threat was potent enough for them to break their traditions.
Silence fell, heavier than any before on the gardens of Lumina, because the Lumina had fully grasped the concept that End grew by the refusal to end.
They were the only special race in all of Existence that lacked the need for anything, as they were born seemingly perfect, but as long as there was ambition and inequality, there would always be those who would fight for more time, more power… more of everything.
