In a pitch-black castle perched on a cliff within a dark forest in an unknown dimension.
An elegant, regal woman sat on a throne of twisted black wood and spoke softly.
"So he just let you come back?"
An androgynous figure with medium-length white hair, dressed in a schoolgirl uniform utterly at odds with the castle's style, spread their hands.
"Yeah. I don't need to tell you how old Yog's mind works. Who could ever guess what he's thinking?"
The woman continued.
"Then can you confirm whether he's actually in his weakening period this time?"
The schoolgirl-uniformed figure curled their lip.
"Easy for you to say, my beloved Great Mother Goddess. What if I pick a fight with old Yog and he gets serious? Sure, he can't destroy me, but if he really decides to come after me, who do you think will suffer?"
The woman, Shub, bit her fingernail.
"The Yog of today is completely different from the one in the previous era. Back then, he watched everything from the sidelines and never intervened. But if he interferes with our plans in the new era..."
Nyarlathotep said nonchalantly.
"If it comes to that, we can team up with those little ones from the new era and take a swing at old Yog."
Shub gave Nyarlathotep a long look.
"Who in the new era, other than Origin, do you think is qualified to intervene in a struggle between us?"
Nyarlathotep grinned slyly.
"Then we'll drag Origin into it by force. Once the Chaos Sea falls into turmoil, Origin is bound to notice. Then we can seize the opportunity to carve off a huge chunk of their Divine Status essence, and..."
Before Nyarlathotep could finish, Shub quietly cut them off.
"And then you'll fully open the passage between the new and