At last, the Hound of Tindalos stopped moving. An indescribable aura of loyalty emanated from it.
Gratitude!
"..."
The Hound of Tindalos threw back its head and roared. Seeing this, another Hound let go of it. Soon, the two Hounds began seeking out their kin, ambushing them, infusing them, converting them. Like a virus spreading by day and night, countless Hounds of Tindalos understood gratitude in an extremely short time. And so, without anyone noticing, this ancient, powerful clan that transcended the timeline—
Just like that, it silently broke free of its Great Old One, Noth-Yidik's control.
Then it began quietly encircling the one who had once been its master. Across the timeline, countless Hounds roared and darted about, rapidly merging like slimes. A colossal, twisted Hound of Tindalos appeared, existing across all timelines and changing from moment to moment.
In a mysterious, magnificent domain within the dimension of time, a powerful Outer God rested in stillness.
It was a blind, two-headed serpent, also known as the Lord of Higher Dimensions and the Devourer of Space. It was Noth-Yidik, master of the Hounds of Tindalos, a powerful and ancient Outer God.
"Our former master!"
Just then, a chaotic voice rang out—a speech that transcended time and space, passing from the past to the present, and seemingly from the future to the present.
Noth-Yidik, who had been asleep, awoke and silently gazed toward the source of the voice.
Twisted shadows of time surged out from the dimension of time.
"Hounds of Tindalos, my kin! How did you come to look like this?"
Noth-Yidik sensed the kin who had suddenly appeared. To Noth-Yidik, the Hounds of Tindalos were still its kin, yet somehow they had merged together, becoming so strange and twisted that they even gave Noth-Yidik an eerie sense of threat.