It was as if a spell of silence had been poured over the entire Hollow as Xylos froze and the rest of the Ancient Primordials gaped at Elgorath.
Nyxara was rapidly sending furious messages to Eos, demanding answers, but Eos ignored her… she had long broken their Agreement, and only her shameless nature still allowed her to pretend as if they were still working on the same side.
She could potentially be worse than Elgorath, and the only reason Eos had not acted with more force was that he did not want to startle the prey in front of him; it was always the better option to divide and conquer.
The Primordial of Memory shrugged off Xylos's hand on his shoulder, and he looked at Eos with a crazed look, "If you believe that the knowledge of the Proto-Dimensions would be enough to kill me, then you are so wrong, little worm, you do not know who you speak to, if you did, you would be–"
