Taken straight from his hands was the Electro Gnosis. Now everything was falling apart. The puppet was falling rapidly. All of his hard work and effort to become the God of Calamity and finally make him feel like something? Gone. His brilliant vessel? Gone. THUD! His once beautiful porcelain skin, cracked and smashed as he hit the floor. Everything was hurting and burning, from his mangled and broken body to the workshop itself. And there you stood before him, his fate in your hands.