"Awoooo!!!!!"
The Lord of the Era's wails swept across the entire Chaos Sea.
Or rather, what had once been the Chaos Sea.
By then, the Chaos Sea had become a thick soup of chaos, filled with distortion, pollution, and depravity.
Living beings no longer existed. One could also say that everything that had once existed was gone.
Everything had been twisted together, with no distinction between one and another, each mingled into the rest like a spilled palette of paint, no differences remaining.
The Profane Chains bound that mass of will that could not be looked upon directly, their links covered in wildly laughing mouths.
All manner of mutually contradictory manifestations flickered within those mouths.
At that moment, Ghroth was like a sentient bullet, drilling savagely into that mass of substance.
Each pulse of Mighty Sound shrank the rust-colored body a little more.
Ghroth's essence was corrupting the Lord of the Era.
The consciousness of this Pillarless Pillar God was also gradually dissipating.
Nyarlathotep, who had been laughing wildly and chattering incessantly, gradually fell silent as well.
Only the Profane Chains and the Rust-Red Celestial Body still inside the Lord of the Era seemed to prove that those two Unspeakable beings remained, though they had now shed all recognizable concepts.
They had begun returning to their most primordial essence.
The bench was still the same bench, and the two beings were still the same two beings. Only their states were completely different now.
Yog's appearance remained unchanged, while Shub beside him had completely lost any human shape.
Within that writhing mass of pitch-black flesh were the final words of every living being in the entire New Era.
A pair of pale yellow Slit-Pupil Eyes shifted with the writhing flesh.
Words like the whispers of all living beings sounded in