A hundred million years had passed, and Eos was readying to welcome the fourth generation of Primordials.
After three generations, there had been only sixty Primordials, and despite this number of Primordials being an acceptable figure in such a short time, it was not enough.
Eos had seen the armies being bred by the Ancient Primordials, and there were countless monstrous beings with the power of Primordials among their ranks.
The Origin Realms gave him a great advantage, but it gave his enemies advantages as well. They could create an endless tide of horror to crush the Origin Realms, and with the Agreement that he made, if they could totally destroy all the defenses in any one of the Realms, they could acquire it for themselves.
Now, his enemies could unleash as many primordial forces as they could create, but he could not do the same.
