Azathoth remembered.
He had indeed devoured those universes himself.
Ever since he had broken through the barrier and entered this fictional world, he had wandered here... This was a mysterious, unknown world—vast and boundless, empty of all things, yet unbearably crowded.
Every patch of void, every subjectively or objectively existing "thing," was a concentration of time and space from the Low-Dimensional World. This seemingly utterly empty world contained energy and "indescribable" beings that the Low-Dimensional World could never imagine.
And ever since he had descended upon this world, every "indescribable" thing here had been killed.
Azathoth had spent a long time... No, objectively speaking, "time" did not exist in this world at all. After arriving, he had used overwhelmingly absolute power to kill every native being that existed in this world's "past," "present," and "future," becoming its sole ruler.
After clearing out this world, Azathoth fell into eternal emptiness. Like a silent wanderer, he roamed this world...
Later, he severed a small piece of his disorderly body and created a new life. It was the incarnation of Azathoth's despair and deception, initially a mass of energy in a state of chaos. Thus, it was named: Chaos.
The Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep.
After creating a life, Azathoth's journey was no longer deathly silent and dull. Though this little life was like a madman—dim-witted and weak—it could make sounds... letting Azathoth know that he was not alone.
Throughout that long wandering, Azathoth had also been trying to find a way to break through the barrier and leave this world. Finally, one day, he found it.
It was a Low-Dimensional Energy Aggregate, an extremely rare source of energy in this world. It floated in the void, pitch-black throughout, with countless specks of light slowly moving within it.
The moment Azathoth saw this energy mass,