Duanmu Huai really wanted to interview that old monk and ask what had been going through his mind as he watched Cthugha descend from the heavens, its searing flames reducing his flesh, skin, and bones to ash. Had he been terrified, expectant, or perhaps despairing? Had he seen reality clearly, or had he remained trapped in his delusions until the very end, unable to escape?
Unfortunately, Cthugha was not the type to show any mercy. The moment it appeared, everyone on the entire mountaintop was wiped out. And it was not alone. Flame Essences that descended from the sky like raindrops arrived with it, rapidly setting everything around them ablaze. In an instant, the entire mountaintop was engulfed in roaring flames, illuminating even the night sky in crimson! The people standing on the mountaintop had already been burned to ash the moment Cthugha descended.
In the past, Duanmu Huai might have had no way to deal with such a large-scale fire attack. But things were different now. Especially after his battle against Yog-Sothoth, Duanmu Huai had finally understood the true manifestation of his Old Ones abilities.
What shadows? What Thousand Eyes? They were all superficial. The essence of his Old Ones abilities was—Information Manipulation!
Scanning, copying, and printing every piece of information in this world. From the tangible to the intangible, from time to space—so long as it was "information," there was nothing Duanmu Huai could not copy and manipulate!
Unfortunately, it seemed he could not modify anything. But overwriting was good enough.
Take the situation now, for example. Duanmu Huai obviously could not use tentacles to deal with Cthugha. Nyarlathotep was practically made of tentacles, and even it had been chased all over the universe by Cthugha. Duanmu Huai did not believe he could be more skilled than a