After a long moment, Nyarlathotep's blood-red eyes flicked from side to side. Seeing the deep-blue power and the chaos-colored power annihilate each other, he let out a heavy breath and said,
"Void power!"
Yog said nothing, merely continuing to stare at Nyarlathotep with an inscrutable gaze.
Nyarlathotep suddenly smiled and said,
"Oh, come on! Old Yog, you really can't take a joke. If you didn't like that Ironhead, you should've just said so. Honestly, I've been sick of that Ironhead for a long time too."
Seeing Yog's amused expression, Nyarlathotep sat down, resumed his gangster-boss pose, and sighed.
"But void power-the power of the end of all things, the only power capable of opposing chaos power, which represents the beginning of everything. No wonder our Father has always kept you restrained."
With that, Nyarlathotep gave Yog a meaningful look. Yog merely sighed at his words.
"I love and revere Him. He is our Father. But blind idiocy-what an enviable yet helpless trait. To Him, there is little difference between us and specks of dust."
Yog looked at Nyarlathotep and continued,
"My friend, you should understand that better than anyone."
Nyarlathotep smiled helplessly.
"Yes. In His Majesty's eyes, there is little difference between us and a speck of dust."
Then Nyarlathotep flickered, appearing beside Yog and draping an arm over his shoulders.
"So, could you tell me how you mastered void power?"
Yog said calmly,
"Why don't you think back to where my true body is?"
Nyarlathotep seemed to remember something and exclaimed in surprise,
"Holy shit! I remember now. Come to think of it, I think I've even been there. The Final Void? That godforsaken place can actually give rise to void power?"
Yog said nothing. Nyarlathotep returned to his seat and continued,
"So, what are you planning next?"
Yog