Meanwhile, on Earth, everyone—humans and the gods' followers alike—stood up and began fighting the Outer Gods' followers.
"Abnormal..."
Deep in the distant universe, a being resembling a mass of black mist, covered in countless tentacles and cloven hooves, possessed a plump, bountiful form, as if it were the source of all life. It quietly watched the planet where a terrifying war was raging.
On that planet, it sensed something extremely horrifying, twisted, and abnormal. It felt impossibly familiar, as if it had encountered it before, yet somehow had never encountered it at all.
It was something that should not exist in this universe.
"Must be destroyed!"
Though she had no idea what this thing was, Shub-Niggurath knew that if it shouldn't exist, then it should be destroyed!
By now, as the war continued to escalate, Earth had finally been blown apart. The converted gods and those who had rushed over after hearing the news were still engaged in a frenzied melee. More and more planets began to perish, space-time fell into chaos, and the universe seemed to be reverting to the chaotic state it had known at its dawn.
That was what had happened countless eons ago. While Azathoth slept, time gave birth to countless powerful beings. One day, these mighty beings began to slaughter and scream. After an unknowable span of ages, the corpses of countless Old Gods formed the universe and its planets, leaving only those ultimate beings who could never die, no matter what.
And now, it seemed that the universe had returned to that chaotic era. Once again, gods were beginning to die.
Empowered by the Warp and communicating with the past, these gods—who had been buried and sealed away in another era—had gained more of Nyarlathotep's power. Their strength had already surpassed what it once