"Ah! I see it too!"
Idh-yaa let out a delighted shriek!
That cheerful, joyous feeling, which had lain submerged for hundreds of millions of years and had scarcely surfaced at all, had begun washing over her soul in faint waves!
Every painting showed an angle they normally could not see, a hazy, unreal, even somewhat false perspective!
They had now embraced it completely!
Everywhere they looked, they found an unprecedented delight and pleasure!
"Hey! What exactly are you looking at?!"
Kregya let out an anguished shriek.
What was the greatest suffering in this world?
It was not loving someone you could never have.
Nor was it only possessing something after losing it.
It was watching friends who had once stood on the same level as you attain something, while you remained bewildered, without the faintest idea why!
And Kregya was experiencing that suffering right now!
Shub-Niggurath had seen it.
That, at least, allowed her to offer herself some hollow consolation.
She was one of the Three Pillars of Flame, powerful enough that it was perfectly normal for her to grasp it quickly.
But why Idh-yaa too?!
She was nothing more than a perfectly ordinary Middle Great Old One!
"Why the fuck?!"
Kregya let out an anguished wail.
"Relax, Kregya. Don't look at these artworks with such arrogance! That will only make you miserable! Lower your reason! Please, sink into darkness and extremism! Look at these paintings the way insects would!"
Violet Thornflower offered her some comfort.
Honestly, she was worried that Kregya would go berserk and smash the collection she had spent an entire week painstakingly gathering!
After all, these were all the artworks worth collecting that had emerged throughout Cthulhu's entire finite multiverse over the past few hundred years!
"How do you expect me to relax?! How could someone