The destruction of the Luminious might have emerged from the hands of Enoch, but its roots lay with them.
After the end of every life in Existence, the Luminious had won the war against End, and they believed that everything would remain as it was forever, and for a very long time, this had been the truth, they remained in their gardens of Lumina, and the songs of the Abhima were their companions, as the eons meant nothing to these eternal beings of light.
However, it would have been better if they had not entered Existence and interacted with the myriad life within it. Memories of the people they had known and all the stories they had shared haunted the Lumionious.
They could not forget the passion and the ambition of all the various races they had seen, heroes and villains, gods, immortals, mortals, and all the countless shades in between. These memories stained the songs of the Luminious, and their Light sounded a bit off.
