It was at that moment the titles that the eon lord was chanting clicked; those were the titles of the being that we would come to know as the maker of the divine path, that thing, the first pathfinder, and that thing was indeed worthy of every single one of those titles.
Time passed, the eon came to an end, everything started flowing backwards as the rewinds commenced, the goddess located the weakest point in that time period, then pierced it.
Bang!
And it was right at that moment an entity break free from the shackles of death; it was the eon lord, its humanoid body spanning the size of a realm cluster, its eyes shone with madness as it shot towards the breach, but before it could reach, countless horrifying chains wrapped around it and pulled it away from the breach. It struggled and clawed towards the breach.
"No! No! No!"
It screamed, but it was futile. It gazed as us and begged,
"Help me! Help me! Help me!"
