"It took me a long time to understand the conflict Azathoth creates in relation to our powers. The key lies in balance!"
Yog-Sothoth stepped forward and spoke.
He pointed brazenly at Nyarlathotep and Kregya.
"Shadow and sun! One of you has an extremely dark attribute, and the other a volatile one. Combine them, and your authorities will gain the power to become neutral! The attributes of your powers will cancel out that madness belonging to Azathoth!"
"Try it!"
Nyarlathotep and Kregya exchanged a glance, somewhat hesitant.
But Kregya was not a creature devoid of will like the King of the Hounds of Tindalos. She possessed the ability to control her own actions!
Even though the flames in her mind desperately wanted to burn that loathsome man before her to ashes!
That was not merely an instinct embedded in her life from the moment of her birth!
It was also the accumulation of all the hatred that had entangled them for billions upon billions of years!
But Kregya could still distinguish between the urgent and the less important. With her powerful self-control, she suppressed the fury in her heart.
Nyarlathotep, opposite her, was just as hesitant, yet he still persevered and restrained himself.
Their fingers met, and a wisp of orange ionic flame came into contact with a cluster of deep, dark chaos.
Both had stripped the offensive attributes from the powers they released.
Thus, these two powers, which would ordinarily produce a lethal explosion upon contact-or cancel each other out completely-did not react as they normally would!
Instead!
From her fingertips, a shade of profound black began staining Kregya's arm, which was constructed from blazing ions, little by little!
And correspondingly, beneath the terrified gazes of both Nyarlathotep and Kregya, the fingers Nyarlathotep had extended to touch her-
Likewise began