We're dead. We're dead. We're all going to die.
The United States congressmen had been so excited by the two Angels' display of power that they had nearly cheered. But when they saw that boundless, distorted shadow, which seemed to cover the entire world, one thought struck them at once: God might have closed a door, but He'd also sealed the room in steel and welded every seam shut.
Their hearts, which had nearly leaped out of their chests with excitement, were shoved back down by an enormous hand—and driven straight into the Bottomless Abyss, never to surface again.
They had never imagined that wiping out Florence would draw Nyarlathotep, that terrifying Evil God and one of the Three Pillar Gods, to them.
Granted, Nyarlathotep had suffered a crushing defeat in the last war. One of his Avatars had been smashed to death on the spot, and he had been put under Sealing afterward. He would not be getting out anytime soon.
But that did not mean this dreadful Evil God was weak.
As one of the Three Pillar Gods, Nyarlathotep was the most unusual of all the Evil Gods.
In the Cthulhu Mythos, the universe was Azathoth's dream, while Chaos was the truest reality. As the embodiment of Chaos, Nyarlathotep represented all that was real.
Nyarlathotep was also the messenger of Azathoth, the god of Evil Gods, conveying his will. Nyarlathotep's Divine Body was Chaos itself and contained nearly all the Outer Gods.
With an Evil God like him descending upon Blue Star again, the entire planet might well be destroyed.
"We're in serious trouble."
As they watched the vast, chaotic shadow outside their windows swallow every ray of sunlight, the leaders of nation after nation found themselves at a loss for words.
Since when did Evil Gods pull