"My cousin likes sleeping anyway, so let's not wake him. Come on, Basatan! Put those crab claws away, or you'll disturb his sleep."
Hades, the King in Yellow, transformed very quickly.
In a mere instant, he became a middle-aged man dressed in yellow.
His hair was parted down the middle in an artistic style, but the rather imposing dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed his thick air of counterfeit scholarly refinement.
The Crab Lord, once the Great Old One of Earth's oceans and its former sea god, Basatan glanced at his claws, which were only about as large as the trees beside him.
After a brief silence, he timidly shrank his claws to three-quarters the size of his body.
He looked like a giant corporate-drone crab in a suit!
At present, a thousand or so Great Old Ones of all sizes were scattered across this planet.
They gathered in groups of two or three.
But to them, a distance of several million miles across the planet was no different from a few yards.
Thus, the entire planet would serve as their banquet venue!
"Do not unleash any Great Old One power beyond the planetary level, or you might disturb Cthulhu's sweet dreams."
Yog-Sothoth, who had assumed the appearance of a middle-aged scholar, stood atop a snow-covered mountain and addressed the Great Old Ones across the planet in Soul Language.
Although the vast majority of the lesser Great Old Ones did not understand why so many of them had gathered.
Indeed, practically every Great Old One was here, apart from the few who had truly been sealed away completely.
Yet they still had to worry about disturbing the sweet dreams of an intermediate Great Old One whom the Elder Gods had thoroughly sealed!
But...
"Why think so much about it?"
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