"Hastur, the King in Yellow!"
At the sight of Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, who looked as though he had spent countless ages rotting and withering, everyone's scalp prickled. How could they not realize they had been deceived by an Evil God? This was no Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. It was Hastur, the King in Yellow, a Cthulhu Evil God.
In Han City, those facing Hastur felt a malice as oppressive as storm clouds settling over them.
Unclean sounds with a sacred quality echoed in their ears, yet seemed to resound directly inside their minds.
The sounds seemed orderly and chaotic at once. They were like a mother's song calling them home, and like voices worshipping a god in some distant age.
Driven by those sounds, they felt an urge to throw themselves into Hastur's arms. The conviction kept rising within them that the sole purpose of their lives was to offer everything they had to him.
The feeling was so strong that it consumed all reason, leaving no room for any other thought.
Somewhere beyond their senses, they saw a little girl in a maid outfit and white knee-high stockings, sitting on the Zombie Dragon's back and saying with a grin,
"SAN -1"
"SAN -2"
"SAN -3"
At those words, the people who had unknowingly knelt before the Evil God, chanting hymns in praise of the King in Yellow and raising their fingers to gouge out their own eyes as an offering, suddenly came to their senses.
"An Evil God! That's an Evil God... Don't look straight at him. He'll control you."
"Run! We can't beat an Evil God..."
"Run, run, run..."
"Run, smida!"
"..."
Uncontrollable terror spread through Han City. Soldiers who carried weapons, had trained rigorously, and normally did not even fear death screamed in panic and fled.
Against an