The Incarnations of Eos stared at the single, impossible tower rising from the boundary where reality seemed to have thinned to a dream.
Its surface was seamless pearl-white marble shot through with veins of liquid calm; each block was larger than universes, yet the whole structure tapered upward with impossible elegance, vanishing into a crown of soft, perpetual twilight.
This tower had suddenly appeared in this realm, and it was apparent it was built by hands that exceeded the scope of Primordials.
The greatest weakness of Eos and his Origin Realms was presented in full at this time. The Luminious, a race of beings that he believed to be extinct, had quietly infiltrated his domain.
However, there was nothing he could do against this breach in security; he could only work to the best of his abilities.
