Primordial Memory had destroyed his fourth treasure-universe before he admitted that he was going crazy with frustration. On his throne of treasures, he looked upon all of Reality and wondered how everything had changed in such a short time despite their influence.
The changes being instituted by a being not at the level of a Primordial were ridiculous, and this was even when his body and soul had been shattered, his memory unraveled, and his Fate was fading.
He looked down into the fifth treasure-universe of his Great Labyrinth, where a Labyrinth Specter roamed in the shape of a massive white dragon who now had a halo of golden light around him, suggesting that in a short while, the dragon would soon become the lord of this treasure-universe.
