"Now that Dagon, the sea god, is dead, does that mean everything here is over?"
Hearing the Herrscher of Flamescion confirm that the Great Old One had been completely killed, Kiana let out a sigh of relief and asked expectantly.
"Not yet..."
Turning to look at the underwater city ahead, the Herrscher of Flamescion shook her head.
Something even more terrifying had descended along with the city. After all, if it had only been Dagon, the difficulty would not have been rated as relatively difficult.
At most, it would have merely been normal difficulty.
"Not yet? Could there be an even more terrifying Great Old One inside?!" Kiana immediately grew worried. Dagon had already been terrifying enough! And he was only bottom-tier among the Great Old Ones. If they encountered another Great Old One—
Or even Dagon's master, the Lord of R'lyeh!
Her scalp went numb.
Though she did not know much, even the tiny glimpse she had learned about Cthulhu was already frightening enough.
Legend had it that Cthulhu dreamed within R'lyeh, the sunken city of the abyss, and that his dreams influenced human dreams.
For countless centuries, certain sensitive people had constantly been affected by those dreams.
Usually, their artistic abilities were affected, causing them to awaken from their dreams and compelling them to create nightmare-like paintings or sculptures.
If they remained under the influence of those dreams for too long, some people with nowhere to vent the things they felt and saw in their dreams would eventually go mad or even commit suicide...
"Could this underwater place be R'lyeh, the city of the abyss?"
Looking at the underwater city again, Kiana's scalp tingled even more. Had she almost encountered Cthulhu earlier?
If she woke such a terrifying being or let it loose, who knew what would happen.