"Of course, if you ask me, it won't be long before we have a genuine fellow among us."
Asamoth pointed a tentacle at Di Qi in the sky, who was still receiving the Great Old Ones continuously entering the world.
"As for how that fellow Ithaqua survived?"
Asamoth glanced at Nazartes, who had asked the question.
"You're a savior of dinosaurs, a disseminator of wisdom, and you couldn't figure that out?"
Asamoth, the celestial-body-devouring writhing worm and a Lower Great Old One, scrutinized this old friend he had known for hundreds of millions of years.
He confirmed that his friend was not an impersonation by that great lover of mischief.
The Crawling Chaos-Nyarlathotep.
"I just slept too long. My thoughts and wisdom are still rather muddled."
Nazartes, who had not only landed on Earth in ancient times but also bestowed wisdom upon some of the dinosaurs, shook his mold-covered head.
He lay in the swamp like a zombified skeleton that had been soaking there for tens of millions of years.
"Who else could it have been? Hastur, the King in Yellow."
Asamoth waved his tentacles, disdainful pheromones surfacing in his soul language.
"After all, apart from the great Azathoth, he's the only one in the entire world with a Great Old One for a believer!"
"Hastur, the King in Yellow, would never give up this disgrace that boosts his prestige!"
As Asamoth spoke, he waved his tentacles, transmitting a memory fragment in which Hastur suddenly appeared behind Ithaqua as he hurtled toward the sun.
With a casual wave, hundreds of millions of starlit tentacles appeared.
The memory of them effortlessly catching Ithaqua's enormous, thousand-ton bulk was transmitted into Nazartes's bandages.
"So that's what happened..."
The two Great Old Ones soaked in the swamp hot springs beneath the volcanic crater,