The blinding white-gold light of THE Primordial Severance cut across reality in a ridiculous manner!
It did not attack Lamashtu in the conventional sense as it did not strike his body or clash against his authority. Instead, it severed something far more fundamental. The connection between Lamashtu and the very concept of differentiation that allowed his complexity to persist.
For one terrible instant, THE Prisoner forgot how to be complex.
His obsidian form shuddered as existence itself stopped recognizing him as a coherent entity. His Civilization flickered and guttered as the foundations supporting it lost their ability to maintain distinction between what was Lamashtu and what was everything else. His Second Scale authority unraveled at the seams, coming apart because the fabric holding it together no longer remembered how to hold!
Oh!
Lamashtu screamed!
"YOU! YOU ARE...NOTHING! YO-...!"
