Outside the Supreme Dimension.
Shub hugged Yog's arm and asked him with a smile,
"Ghroth's essence has been successfully anchored. What are you planning to do, Yog?"
Yog remained calmly reclined against his chair and said softly,
"If I truly intended to do anything, there would never have been a chance for Ghroth to appear. Nyarlathotep couldn't manage it..."
Yog paused briefly, then looked at Shub beside him and chuckled.
"Neither could you."
Without waiting for Shub to speak, Yog continued,
"Besides, I warned you long ago not to get too close to Nyarlathotep. It's not just all living beings that get toyed with, but you lot too."
With that, Yog gave a mysterious smile.
"When you meet again, I hope you won't be too angry. After all, quite a few contingencies have been planted in you as well."
Shub asked, her smile unchanged,
"If you only mean those things, I think you should know better than anyone that they're inconsequential to me. So what exactly are you referring to?"
For once, Yog had rather a lot to say.
"That answer comes at a price."
Shub said nothing, and neither did Yog. He merely gazed quietly at the rust-like sphere within the Supreme Dimension, forged by sacrificing an entire Mythic World and plundering most of the essence of every primordial mythic being in the new era.
A mighty sound swept past, shattering the shackles on Wu Yuan and the others. Only Tsathoggua seemed to suffer a devastating blow, that twisted body resembling glass cracked by the shock.
Yet Tsathoggua instead closed both eyes, as though sinking into an eternal slumber, that form gradually becoming insubstantial.
Tsathoggua knew full well that the reason the damage had stopped at a devastating injury was that the being atop the sphere had absorbed