"He really does scheme deep."
Nyarlathotep pondered with his eyes hidden in the shadows.
He paid no attention whatsoever to the sky above, to outer space.
There was clearly neither smoke nor dust.
Even the golden stardust that had once formed a beach in space, like a desert of starlight, had taken the full-force strikes of two top-tier Middle Great Old Ones.
Who knew where those shock waves had scattered it all by now!
But there was one thing that left most of the Great Old Ones bewildered.
Throughout all of outer space...
Apart from Aphoom-Zhah near Earth, whose blue flames trembled all over his body and who had only managed to avoid looking utterly bedraggled in the battle's aftermath by exerting every last ounce of his strength.
Apart from him!
There was not a single moving being left in the entire Mirror World's outer space!
A little over an hour ago.
This expanse of space had still been a silent realm of stars, containing mirrored reflections of the stars across more than half the Milky Way.
Dozens of minutes ago, with the battle between an octopus giant and a giant of blue gas.
This expanse of space had become a ruin of shattered walls and broken remnants, with only a scattered handful of relatively intact celestial bodies left, their centers exposing the scalding magma of their mantles.
Lifeless, silent, and desolate, they had floated through the cosmos.
And now, this entire cosmos contained nothing at all!
Truly!
It was empty in the truest sense of the word.
Some Great Old Ones who specialized in the mental realm extended their senses, and thoughts laden with madness and murmurs instantly surged into the cosmos!
But there was nothing.
The cosmos within the entire Mirror Space seemed to be an empty ruin.