Eos sat on the stone that he had taken for his throne, and he bowed his head in thought. In his hand was the key that Nyxara had given him, the great trap that the Ancient Primordials had laid down for him.
Nyxara had given him two million years, and there were fewer than seven hundred thousand years before he needed to go to that place, or what remained of his family would be killed.
The attack that had just occurred might look like the beginning of the war, but Eos knew that this was Nyxara's way of sending him a message, and the fact that, after all this time, he was still contemplating this issue was a testament to how much this Primordial knew him.
On the surface, this was obviously a trap, but Eos knew that Nyxara knew him well enough that he would be foolish to fall for the same scheme three times in a row.
