Lamashtu continued devouring his finding, satisfaction radiating from his burning features as authority flowed into his existence.
A female Absolute floated up from among those surrounding this area protectively, her obsidian garments and broken chains marking her as one who had served him. Her eyes shone with curiosity she rarely displayed, admiration beneath the deference she always maintained.
"Master, how close are you to grasping THE Second Scale?"
Lamashtu paused his consumption to consider the question. He enjoyed these moments where his servants sought wisdom only he could provide, reminding him of the heights he had once occupied and would occupy again.
"THE Second Scale."
His voice pressed against the surrounding crystalline structures, making them hum in response.
