The Great Old Ones were not the only ones at the Great Old Ones' banquet.
There were also a few powerful demigods.
For example, a silver-white steed with a pair of batlike wings.
The God of the Byakhee.
His senses were not having a particularly pleasant time of it, however.
Strictly speaking, this was his first time attending a gathering of Great Old Ones on this scale.
And so, the God of the Byakhee had already hidden himself among a group of Lower Great Old Ones who towered over him like mountains, each half a body taller than him.
From his perspective.
It looked like this...
Thick fog filled the sky, a white expanse that made it almost impossible to see anything more than a few dozen meters away.
Huge, planetlike silhouettes wandered through the sky.
Like gods wreathed in clouds and mist.
And as the central figures of this banquet made their entrance.
Two enormous faces, as vast as the stars in the sky, broke straight through Earth's atmosphere and pierced the clouds!
The howling winds their approach brought.
In almost a single instant!
Swept away all the clouds and mist surrounding the planet!
Then two perfect faces, seemingly fashioned from the most flawless purple crystals in all creation, appeared on the horizon like suns.
"Has Yog-Sothoth arrived?"
The Mysterious Lord sensed the indescribable pheromones of the Great Old Ones in the air, so complex they induced dizziness.
While speaking, the Mysterious Lord estimated their numbers.
"The Three Pillars of Flame have already arrived, great Father."
At that moment, a somewhat androgynous-looking man in a golden robe, with crimson hair falling to his waist, stood on a celestial body at the planet's edge.
He respectfully answered the Mysterious Lord's question.
Although his body merely looked like that of an