The Primordial of Life tore through space and time, heading towards the emergence of the New Light. Shackled by his waist was the head of the Adjudicator, whose eyes shone as bright as the sun. He was alive and aware, but the consciousness inside of him was different. Now, Asteraoth dwelt within this skull.
In front of them was a massive sun, burning white and red like the two halves of a yin-yang diagram, although countless light years and dimensions separated them, with the speed of a Primordial, it was simply a few steps away.
The face of Primordial Light was twisted in a great frown. To leave his domain without a functional Throne was costly, and he would have to spend a lot of his Essence to push Reality to a state where his consciousness could be allowed to emerge.
