The process of summoning Meatball outside the spacecraft was nearly impossible to describe with words. You could clearly see it, yet whenever you tried to describe what had happened, words always failed you.
Something twisted and coiled through the void, spreading invisible tentacles through space. That malformed, writhing flesh appeared abruptly before them, like a piece of candy in some being's palm.
Magik was more skilled at using the magic of the Old Ones. After all, Bloodstone rested within her body. It had been a sacrifice the demon king Belasco intended to use in a transaction with the Old Ones. The Philosopher's Stone, formed from the slaughter of countless people and the gathered mass of flesh, could be used to 'contact The Doorway' and communicate with those entities.
Wanda's magical adaptability was not bad either. Chaos Magic could turn the impossible into possible, making it incredibly versatile.
Still, during the casting process, she was inevitably affected by the whispers and murmurs from the void. As if possessed, she even manifested a pink ribbon around the meatball as large as Earth, dressing it up like a gift.
"So? Do you like this gift?"
Deathstroke looked at the already impatient Galacta and asked a question whose answer he clearly knew.
Su Ming did not dwell on the decoration issue. Wanda was calling upon a creation of the Old Ones, so there would inevitably be some degree of mental abnormality. Besides, this was merely an enticement plan.
They would let her continuously steal Chthon's power and touch forbidden magic and entities, first allowing the Old Ones to remember the scent of Chthon's energy.
If Chthon's consciousness or will traced its way over, they could use the Cthulhu Book as a medium and directly guide it to the Old Ones. Letting Azathoth deal with