Yog-Sothoth's Emissary, the Second Silver Key

While Evan's mind churned with questions and sarcastic remarks, Carter smiled and waved a hand.

"All right, everyone. Arkham has other things to attend to, and he'll be staying here for a while."

"You'll have plenty of chances to get his autograph. For now, get back to practice."

The student hurriedly bowed. "Yes, Professor!"

The bespectacled freshman watched Evan and Carter leave, his face full of envy.

"When will I ever be as strong as Senior Arkham!?"

His burly team leader said, "Boss Arkham dares to eat bombs. Do you!?"

The freshman pinched his cheek, then declared with a determined look,

"Then that's my new goal—to eat bombs like Senior Arkham!"

Several upperclassmen beside him immediately thumped their chests and gave him thumbs-ups.

"That's the spirit, Doco!"

"That's how we do things at Miskatonic University!"

"Don't let those monsters look down on us!"

"Doco! I believe in you!"

As they talked, another young man came over. "So that's Arkham? He looks pretty ordinary!"

"I thought he'd be a monster three meters tall and three meters around the waist!"

Doco, the freshman, turned and snorted. "You call that ordinary!?"

"Senior Arkham ate a bomb without even blowing his cheeks apart. Would you dare!?"

The young man glanced at the scraps in the trash can and grinned. "No... No, I wouldn't."

"That's fucking brutal!"

Evan followed Carter onward. As they passed a Teaching Building, space suddenly twisted.

A blurred figure appeared out of thin air.

He was an elderly gentleman with white hair and a white beard, a few lines across his forehead, high brow ridges, and a square face.

He wore a black suit over a gray waistcoat, with the Miskatonic University emblem pinned to his turned-out collar.

The old gentleman had only an upper body. Below it, his form