The pale flames kept trembling, and the projection of the Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region twisted and warped with them... The voice carried on the wind was like a deadly poison.
A slender white-haired girl slowly appeared before it.
"Nyarlathotep?" The Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region spoke in a low, furious voice. "You... came to mock me...? You despicable wanderer..."
The White-haired Maiden said nothing. She stepped forward and drove a fist into the Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region. The punch landed with tremendous force.
The Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region's projection curled up in agony and fell to its knees. Its mouth opened uncontrollably, and it began spewing out countless motes of fluorescent light.
The projection continuously shrank... and shrank, until it became nothing more than a tiny flame less than the size of a palm. Yet the pale flames, which had been trembling nonstop, stabilized instead.
The tiny flame grew eyes and a mouth... along with two red spots like dimples. "Nyarlathotep, you?"
"You devoured too much of this wish-flame, which was filled with the power of law." The White-haired Maiden's expression remained blank. "Greed is in your nature, but you won't even spare the trash. You're truly pathetic, Yafum."
Yafum remained silent. In the end, the projection completely stabilized in the form of a white ghost flame. It was far weaker than it had originally been.
"Why did the light of law appear?" Yafum asked in a deep voice... almost roaring.
The Outer Gods and the rulers were beings of chaos, destroyers of order... To them, law was like poison!
Self-disciplined lifeforms feared nothing and possessed resilient minds. They were not easily tempted into falling into the abyss of depravity and chaos.
"How should I know?" the White-haired Maiden