"What's going on? Why hasn't that shadow disappeared? Didn't the Universe Country Person just perform the Summoning of Nyarlathotep two weeks ago? Time has rewound ten years, so why is the shadow representing Nyarlathotep still there? Has that terrifying Cthulhu Evil God been lurking above Universe Country all along, never once leaving?"
"Universe Country lived alongside an Evil God for thirteen years. It's a miracle they survived this long."
"No, it's been more than thirteen years. Time is still rewinding, but the shadow's still there."
"Did they start the Summoning of the Cthulhu Evil God long ago?"
In the White House, many people muttered as they watched the shadow stand immovable against the backward flow of time, no matter how far it rewound.
As they understood it, rewinding time would take everything back to the beginning, like running a videotape in reverse. The tape was almost back to its opening frames, yet Nyarlathotep was still there. Didn't that prove Universe Country had begun the Summoning of Nyarlathotep long ago?
Hodgson heard someone speak from across the conference room, and his aged face turned livid. "Liars. They're all liars. They've been communicating with an Evil God for years... Those damned people of Universe Country! They did this without even informing America. It's betrayal—a betrayal of America."
When he had called Moon Sang-woo last year to ask about supernatural powers, what had the man told him? "Universe Country has absolutely no supernatural powers." "If we had any, we'd certainly share them." Ha. Right. They had no supernatural powers. They had merely been communicating with an Evil God all this time.
And the evidence? The shadow that had always hung over Universe Country was evidence enough.
Unlike the White House elites, whose attention was confined to their fields of expertise, netizens who regularly