"No! Nyarlathotep, have you truly gone mad?"
Yog-Sothoth struggled unceasingly as countless bubbles surged from His form. These bubbles carried immense reservoirs of knowledge; He was purging these blasphemous secrets—knowledge that transcended the world's logic and imagination—from deep within His body.
Yet He knew that once He fully digested this knowledge, His very essence would achieve a thorough sublimation, elevating Him to a supreme entity transcending this universe, and perhaps even surpassing Azathoth. However, this knowledge was poisoned. Every single word and syllable exuded a hair-raising malice, distortion, and evil—knowledge capable of destroying the entire world.
Chapter 297