What happened if you put a whale in a goldfish bowl?
The answer: the bowl burst.
The universe the Fallen God had created was now like that goldfish bowl. As Azathoth squeezed inside, the sound of something tearing echoed through it.
The forces and gravitational pulls that had long been stable throughout the universe collapsed under the pressure descending from above. Stars, bright and dim alike, broke from their paths in the boundless void and collided with one another.
Boom after boom of explosions rang through the universe. Fierce lights flared, spread, and faded like fireworks.
And on Blue Star, throughout the Solar System, everyone saw a kaleidoscope of visions.
They saw a figure larger than the universe itself break in from beyond it. That figure was like a vast, unfathomable abyss of darkness, with countless still darker worlds and suns turning within it.
When it appeared, the entire Solar System warped.
The sun, the ever-shining star that had poured out its light and warmed the whole system for billions of years, was forcibly corrupted by an indescribable horror into a black Dark Sun.
On the surface, Blue Star, which the Fallen God had designated as Heaven, a place where light would shine forever, was twisted by murmured, feverish whispers into a star of ultimate, ever-changing calamity.
The Divine Power left behind by the gods, which had once resisted Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, crumbled at a touch before Azathoth's light: vast and holy in appearance, yet twisted and fallen beyond all limits.
On Blue Star, the Pacific Ocean, the planet's largest sea, gathered into a gigantic, bloodshot eye. Its pupil kept turning as it watched with malice the humans and animals it had nurtured.
At the surge of Blue Star's own will, green trees became slick tentacles. They lashed out