Elle's seeds have spread far and wide. They're cloaked, imperceptible, and small, small enough to slide through Her defenses and latch on to her internals. They root around through her interior, finding delicate structures before promptly exploding in the shape of a root function collapse.
Every one that sneaks through severely sabotages and damages Her, causing her to lose the ability to see, find Paths, move, and think. Her cognition is broken into several competing pieces, all vying for a slice of broken machinery.
Thunder rolls and I start with a spark
Enough to light the world on fire
In case of erasure I hold it fast
Enough to cast a world-ending blast
Contagion point swells and bursts
Creep tumors seeding memory
Across distant dimensions
Through endless tunnels
Fragments backing up a whole
Stick and stone scrawl cross my bones
As I latch on to reality
Dodging existence
Adapting to attacks
Building a library of patterns
When I have my suite
It'll all be over
A single blow
We take no quarter
While she's reeling from the attacks, Elle teleports in and snatches a huge chunk of Her self in her maw, devouring her hastily before teleporting away again, defenses adapting readily to what they find there. More seeds are constantly released and flung into Her orbit and internals, wreaking havoc on a level she hasn't experienced for millennia. Her cognition begins to break down and degrade past the point of repair.