"Yo-ho, this was getting more and more interesting."
The Crawling Chaos-Nyarlathotep-watched the Mirror World inch closer and closer to collapse.
His already amused face grew even more suffused with gleeful delight.
"How could I let you end things just like that!"
With a wicked grin, Nyarlathotep opened a paper umbrella.
At the same time, the paper umbrella slowly began to turn.
A darkness bearing boundless shadows, an eeriness of the deepest gloom, instantly flooded the entire Mirror World copied from the world where Cthulhu had been sealed!
The next moment.
Amid the cracks in the Mirror Space, which had long been teetering on the brink under the explosive clash of two immensely powerful Middle Great Old Ones.
One shadowy thread after another slowly appeared, almost impossible to see, yet undeniably there.
Thread after thread of shadow, existing simultaneously in space and time, worked little by little like an exquisite sewing machine.
They connected precisely and distinctly to every spatial node on the verge of tearing and shattering.
And they carried vast divine power, along with the strength to stabilize the fissures threatening to shatter the entire space.
They stitched the fragments of an entire universe's mirror image, just about to break apart, directly back together!
Unreasonable though it was, this barely workable, theological solution forcibly held the world together as if with superglue!
For the moment, it escaped the danger of collapse!
And above the world, the battle between those two Middle Great Old Ones continued!
Roar, roar, roar, roar!
The mighty presence and roaring voice of the Lord of the Deep Sea Starry Sky could be felt and heard across almost half the universe!
As the Lord of the Frozen Circle, Aphoom-Zhah, began desperately staking his life on that last shred of dignity, unleashing one final burst of defiance.