"Don't push your luck with me!"
Kregya let out a roar brimming with fury.
An enormous fist of blazing plasma erupted from her fingertips and hurtled toward Nyarlathotep, who had been spewing venom nonstop!
"Now, now, don't be so easy to provoke!"
Faced with that casual blow, which vaporized almost everything on the ground along its path, Nyarlathotep remained unperturbed.
He gave a wicked smile and pressed his floral paper umbrella downward.
"Shadows! Command and suppress!"
In an instant, even beneath the fire fist's sunlight-like radiance, something changed.
Dark shadows that should never have existed appeared from nowhere, then suddenly swelled!
In the path of the blazing plasma fist, fine, tentacle-like strands of shadow joined into a vast net.
With a texture that seemed almost slimy, they formed the maw of a dark devourer!
"Hiss!"
The flames plunged straight into the net woven from dark shadows.
A sizzling sound rang out, like a prime steak being tossed onto a buttered griddle with the heat turned all the way up!
The dark net instantly turned crimson after swallowing the flames, even though its outer edges still retained their underlying black hue.
Like a Four-Star phone in February or August, it looked dark on the outside, but inside, flames blazed sky-high!
"Hiss..."
In truth, however, it was nowhere near as explosive as a Four-Star phone. The black shadows writhed in waves, like a predator's stomach digesting its prey.
As the dark power churned, the explosive plasma flames were gradually robbed of their kinetic energy. Once the last trace of divine power within them dissipated, the process ended.
The vast shadow net canceled itself out as well!
*So this is the computational power of an upper Great Old One. Even a fool could acquire formidable wisdom over endless ages, let alone a Great