The powerful beings all looked toward the speaker.
It was Violet Thornflower, who had clapped a hand over her mouth, looking adorably bewildered. Beside her stood the Mysterious Lord, who had drawn the Fallen God Spear at some point.
Seeing the Mysterious Lord on guard, Kregya was just about to tease him.
Then Hastur spoke:
"The little girl is absolutely right. You're all a bunch of old fossils, so why did you need so long to figure it out? Don't tell me you actually thought there were other unwritten rules?"
Hearing Hastur's biting sarcasm, even someone as clever as Yog-Sothoth offered no rebuttal.
Because that was exactly what they had thought!
"'The stars return to their places' means that the fixed celestial bodies of all worlds move into a particular alignment. No one knows what that alignment is, but it could happen at any moment!"
"'The Key to the Gate meets the lock' means you, Yog-Sothoth-the day you sink into the Nameless Mist!"
"'Chaos and shadow gather once more among the dim sun, moon, and stars.'"
"You all know who that refers to, don't you?"
Hastur raised his head arrogantly, but then caught Violet Thornflower's curious gaze beside him.
In the end, he decided to indulge the little girl's curiosity a little.
"Chaos, Nyarlathotep!"
"Shadow, Shub-Niggurath!"
"The sun, Kregya!"
"The moon, Idh-yaa!"
With every name Hastur uttered, another supreme Great Old One lowered their head.
"Think about what else there is. I'm the stars. Then there are the dim clouds and the madly barking hound."
Now both the Mysterious Lord and Violet Thornflower understood.
The stars represented Hastur, whose strength had almost reached that of a Sage.
Judging by strength, the only being who matched the madly barking hound was the King of Tindalos, who so often chased Yog-Sothoth around,