Primordial Light spread out his radiance, enveloping the three thousand Incarnations left, and he blasted into the distance, tearing past infinities as if they were still points on a map.
They were leaving many of their brethren behind, but this was not a reason to despair. Each of the Incarnation here knew the reason for their birth, and it was not to live for long, but to shine as brightly as possible before they died.
All of them were born to fall, but the manner by which they were to fall was not to be random, but must be one of purpose. All of them were part of Eos, and yet still distinct, and that was what made their sacrifices both noble and horrifying at the same time.
Perhaps there would be one Incarnation that would refuse the fate of death and choose to walk their own path. The possibility was always there as Eos had not locked down the consciousness of any Incarnation, but for now, not a single one had chosen to take a step back.
