The true star of this banquet!
The thing that drew all the Great Old Ones here.
Was actually the liquor!
The corners of the Mysterious Lord's mouth slowly curled upward. He very much wanted to end the banquet immediately and go fulfill the contract with Yog-Sothoth and the others.
But for Great Old Ones, whose perception of time marked a single tick only after hundreds of millions of years had passed.
A mere day or two meant nothing!
"Everyone! Listen to me!"
Clapping his hands, the Mysterious Lord stood atop the peak of the Himalaya, an oppressive aura radiating from his entire body.
He immediately drew the eyes of every Great Old One.
"I think I understand what you all want now! You want liquor, right?"
The Mysterious Lord finished that single sentence.
Immediately, Great Old Ones across the world below answered with cries that shook the mountains and echoed across the seas!
"That's right! We want liquor!"
A great crowd of Great Old Ones roared over one another, their terrifying language, laden with maddened whispers, making the entire world tremble.
Even the soil showed signs of coming alive and going berserk!
Sure enough...
The smile on the Mysterious Lord's lips grew even brighter, and a faint silhouette of a streetlamp seemed to appear behind him!
He raised his hand and beckoned, and the liquor that had still been flowing down from the sky to supply the Great Old Ones abruptly stopped.
The moon-sized sphere of liquor spun rapidly as it flew toward the Mysterious Lord's palm!
The closer it came to the Mysterious Lord, the smaller the spinning sphere became.
By the time it landed in his hand, it was a transparent sphere of liquid no larger than his palm!
"Aaaaaah! Why did the liquor stop?!"
"**You can't stop