"Completely beyond my expectations. I never thought that brat Green Ghost still had such a massive trump card—the former Ninth Apostle, 'Xie Min.' That fiend was truly powerful. With a wave of his hand, he crushed all my incarnations at once. Incarnations simply weren't on the same level as Apostles like him. And that old monster didn't even seem to be at his peak. What a terrifying fellow."
Inside a sealed room, Nyarlathotep, currently in the form of a tall, slender Black man, muttered to himself. His hands had transformed into black spiral tendrils and penetrated Slender Man's abdomen, which was nailed tightly inside a stone coffin by eleven gray wooden stakes. Streams of energy appeared to be flowing into Nyarlathotep's body.
The reason everyone had landed on the island was because the Faceless One had set up three layers of worlds. He had first used the nine evil spirits sealed within Cults of the Ghouls to stall for time, then used the vast spatial expansion of the middle world and the Brain Realm at its center to obstruct them and buy even more time.
The time gained through all of this had two purposes. First, it was to prepare for the overall plan and gradually lure Zhang Chen, the key piece, inside. Second, it allowed Nyarlathotep to absorb the Tenth Incarnation that he himself had sealed not long ago—his true strongest incarnation. The Faceless One's title had originated from this very incarnation.
"Haha, fortunately, those dead incarnations aren't of much use to me anymore. Still, this has made the timing a little tight. The Black Pharaoh incarnation should be enough to delay them in the palace for a while. As for anyone else trying to enter this place... once I absorb three-quarters of Slender Man's body, his ability to