Eos had thought it was a possibility, but the Great One did not show himself.
This was, Eos understood, a statement about the impermanence of everything when compared to the Great One.
The most powerful beings he had ever faced had always announced themselves: Enoch with his body made of End, the Ancient Primordials with their terrible hungers, even Nyxara, Luminious Veil, with her stolen faces and her games.
Power, at a certain level, became indistinguishable from theater.
But the Great One did not need theater, nor did it need to impress him.
"You have been watching me," Eos said, and he knew this to be the truth laid out between them like an opening gambit.
"Since the beginning," the voice agreed.
"You watched me in that dying body of a prince. You watched me in the Nexus. You watched every choice I made and every mistake, and you let it happen, because… You were testing something."
"I am always testing something."
"And?" Eos pressed. "What have you found?"
