Dick and old Velen walked through the sea cave Ozumat had blocked with its body. This was the only passage leading to N'Zoth's location.
Dick's Valarjar kept watch over the giant octopus. Four Solar Lances pierced its four hearts, while the weight of the entire ocean pressed down from above. Unless Dick gave his approval, it would never escape.
But as they walked through the dark tunnel, Dick's expression grew grimmer the farther down they went.
"Something's wrong... it's too quiet."
The Paladin murmured to himself. The Prophet asked curiously, "What do you mean? Isn't quiet a good thing?"
Dick explained,
"The very existence of the Old Gods contaminates the world. Even when they do nothing, the Chaos Field wherever they reside becomes extremely active. It actively corrupts every creature that enters, twisting their bodies and souls. The Naga are an example. But right now, I can't hear any Soul Noise, not even an Old God's dream-mutterings."
"It's too quiet. If not for the Chaos Presence here, this would hardly seem like a place where an Old God lived."
"But I can feel chaos burning my mind!"
Velen said quietly, "Ever since I discovered the darkness here, right up until I finally entered and laid down the Sealing Magic Circle, I've always heard voices. They aren't harsh, but they pose an enormous threat to the soul. I can hold out, but other mortals would probably have their minds completely enslaved in a very short time."
"That's only an Old God's instinctive power. It hasn't actively attacked you, Velen."
Dick flexed his fingers and took the Greatsword of Order from his back. The golden orb of light dancing constantly along its blade illuminated the darkness ahead like a lantern. "N'Zoth is different from C'Thun and Yogg-Saron, whom I've met before, and