The Primordial Record was warm, but that simply meant it was millions of times hotter than the hottest sun in Existence, but this temperature was just right for Eos. It would seem that the Primordial Record was putting out all stops to ensure that Eos never cancelled their partnership again, including making its cover stay the right temperature if he decided to hold it.
Eos smiled, "Never again would you leave my side, you are mine!"
Closing his hand over the book, it vanished into his body, and Eos could feel the Primordial Record travelling towards his heart. He turned towards the Primordials who had arrived behind him. He could see the questions in their eyes, and he would give them all the answers they needed. The time for secrets was over.
Eos gestured behind him at the floating Realms of Origin created by Rowan; at this time, there were precisely 10,008 Origin Realms left.
