The two Primordials reached the Garden of Primordial Dawn, the center of heaven; however, they did not stop here, because there was another layer below this place that Primordial Memory only learned about because he was a Throne of Light for nearly eight Major Eras.
Primordial Memory looked at Primordial Life with a weird look in his eyes as if trying to read through the inscrutable look on the face of the other Prime.
"Are you sure you want to follow me in here? I have immunity to the corruption of Light due to this body, but you have nothing of such, and your Fate would be under his control."
Primordial Life smiled, "It does not matter what happens. I am Life, and I will adapt. Besides, he is not so foolish as to add me as an enemy at a time like this, and whoever says he is strong enough to keep me here."
"Do not say I did not warn you," Primordial Memory smiled as his eyes exploded with radiance as if two supernovae had erupted inside his skull.
