Above the Americas, under the horrified gaze of humanity, the Feathered Serpent God was corrupted by the Evil Gods of the Old Ones. A terrifying sight spread across his body. At a glance, he looked as if he might succumb to Corruption at any moment.
The wealthy and powerful, who had been preparing to fly to the Americas to weather the crisis, called their subordinates back and told them to wait. There was no rush.
They had assumed that once the Feathered Serpent God descended, he would drive the Cthulhu Evil Gods from the Americas with his boundless power. North and South America would then become the safest places in the world, and they could take refuge there.
But what they saw now shook their confidence.
Could the Feathered Serpent God really defeat so many Evil Gods?
None of them knew the answer, so they chose to wait for the outcome.
As the beautiful patterns on his body became corrupted, he slowly folded his outspread wings. His divine body, vast enough to cover the entire Americas, curled in on itself.
Then he rose into the space beyond Blue Star.
The next instant, he blazed with light too fierce to look upon.
If his earlier Radiance had been a red sun, the warm spring Sunlight that offered the earth a chance to awaken, this was a scorching sun: the light of fusion, the light of a supernova bursting with storms of boundless energy.
Seen from Blue Star, two suns now hung in the sky. One appeared larger and brighter because it was closer to the planet.
The stars of the Old Ones that followed him upward were the first to be struck by that unprecedented light. Planets trailing tentacles roared within its holy glow. Concepts beyond human comprehension were battered by