"Do you all feel that?" Xyris, Primordial Time, spoke slowly. His appearance was fuzzy as his words decayed as they left his lips, "Eos little experiment seems to be gaining momentum… hundreds of Primordials in a single day, and he is not drawing from the power of Existence or using any of the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record."
"Bold but foolish," Eldrithor, Primordial Demon, grinned, his entire body transforming into a gigantic mouth that was stretched too far and contained too many teeth and a gum that bled blood and disease.
His form transformed back to a shifting chaos of flesh and shadow, as he rose from his throne of desolation and walked to the edge, overlooking the growing army, especially the massive monstrosities that were bigger than universes and had the power of Primordials. "He creates hundreds, but we create millions. I don't care what promise these new creations have; they shall all be crushed to dust."
