What was Brahman? Cthulhu knew, of course. Wasn't it just a caste in India? Was there a god called Brahman in this world, too?
And someone had even dared to attack him. Were they tired of living?
Had he gone soft, or had he simply been asleep too long?
"Dagon, you lot are asking for death!"
Cthulhu glared furiously at his utterly hopeless followers. Terrifying power erupted from him as he tried to break free, ready to destroy these so-called followers. They dared betray him? They could all go to hell!
Boom!
A tremendous rumble shook the depths as Cthulhu's body slowly began to rise. The chains wrapped around him tightened, binding him fast.
"What is this? Why are these chains so terrifyingly strong?"
At the sight, an expression of surprise crossed Cthulhu's face. Under normal circumstances, he should have been able to break free of these chains and get up, then kill all his maddened followers before finding this so-called Brahman and ripping off his skin.
But what was going on now?
"Because this is the power of the fish! Cthulhu, did you really think you could defy our will? With faith behind us, we're beyond the understanding of a lowly creature like you!"
Seeing this, Dagon stood up at once and looked at Cthulhu without a trace of fear. Then he continued chanting.
The chains began to pour into Cthulhu's body, invading and transforming the mighty Great Old One.
"No! No! You damned bastards!"
Cthulhu roared furiously and struggled. If he'd awakened from the start, the Deep Ones would never have had the strength to threaten him. But things were different now. It was too late.
The sea began to churn. An oppressive, chilling presence spread through the depths as Cthulhu struggled ever more fiercely, like a dying