As Lucifer's words faded, the strange creature seemed to sense someone watching it. It turned its shriveled, crocodile-like snout, and a pair of indistinct eyes fixed on the Void before it.
Is it looking at me?
A chill ran through everyone present. Each of them felt the creature staring straight at them. But how was that possible? They were separated from it by the River of Time.
Under everyone's gaze, the greenish-blue pus coating the creature began to recede, revealing a body like a bat's wings: skin stretched over bone, with no flesh beneath.
Ghostly blue electricity suddenly crackled across its body.
The next instant, it vanished from sight like a wisp of mist.
Through the River of Time manifested by Lucifer's divine power, they could see the strange creature traveling downstream.
It was moving through time.
"Traveling through time and space... That's a Hound of Tindalos."
Inside the White House, an expert who recognized the creature went pale and instinctively turned away. Then he realized he had already seen it—and it had seen him. His face turned ashen.
"You're saying that's a Hound of Tindalos?"
"The one from the Cthulhu Mythos that hunts down anyone who sees it and never stops?"
"Why didn't you warn us sooner?"
At the expert's words, the White House erupted. Terror showed on every face.
Ever since the Cthulhu Mythos had come to life and unleashed a massive disaster, collections of Cthulhu stories had become wildly popular. Everyone present had hurried to read up on them.
According to The Whisperer in Darkness, Hounds of Tindalos were extradimensional creatures that could freely cross time and space. They delighted in pursuing witnesses. If a being from another time or space encountered them, they would track it at any cost, crossing one boundary after another until they