Eos remained silent; he had been expecting something like this from this Primordial, because he knew that more than anyone else, Nyxara was the one who had designed the course of his life.
It was a mistake to see the madness of the Primordials and forget how incredibly cunning they were. It was a wicked wisdom born over countless eons of learning and observing, and she had made sure that when Eos was born, her touch had entered every part of his life, and knowing of their sick desires, most of his suffering had been under her purview.
He sighed and turned away, causing her to sputter in shock, "Eos, do not turn your back on me, or their endless suffering would be on your head. Do you think I don't have proof?"
Eos did not turn back, but he paused, "Enough of these foolish games, Nyxara, if you had something, you would lead with that, by now, you should know that your words mean nothing to me."
Saying this, Eos was about to disappear, but Nyxara called out,
