Aaron staggered up the cliff and hurled his body into the air.
Rain struck his face, black and thick, chaotic and mad.
The towering monstrosity never took his eyes off that insignificant being. In his eyes, everything in the world was inconsequential. Only this tiny existence had caught his interest.
He wanted him.
The tentacles atop the Great Old One's avatar writhed incessantly. Pillars of flesh rolled and twisted, every squirming tendril expressing its master's delight. He reached out and chanted in an incomprehensible language.
The tiny human and the towering beast, rising a hundred meters above the sea, froze an instant before they collided.
Aaron felt as though he had slammed into a wall. The madness rushing toward him swallowed his consciousness whole. The ultimate energy of Chaos from the depths of the stars shattered every mental defense he possessed in the blink of an eye. The horrific scene unfolded before him in slow motion, an ocean of multicolored flesh gathering into a demonic pillar that enveloped him.
Aaron began to fall, but at an agonizingly slow pace. After that single impact, every bone in his body gave a teeth-grinding shriek, as though blaming him for entering such peril. The veil called reality was torn apart before his eyes. The Great Old One deliberately displayed the power of a higher-dimensional existence before him, showing him true madness.
He was trying to speak to him.
At first, Aaron could not understand the exchange, for the language came from a higher dimension.
But Slaanesh's Power spun wildly. His Divine Spark seemed to ignite, unleashing the most brilliant fireworks as the Dark Prince's power spread throughout Aaron's body.
And so, the Cthulhu Avatar's words became comprehensible.
"Before my power, you are so very small, traveler," an ancient voice said. Its owner might