Shing...!
The Heaven Swallowing Sword and the Midnight Sword materialized in his grip, both humming with hunger.
The Heaven Swallowing Sword pulsed with devouring hunger, while the Midnight Sword's edge gleamed with impossible sharpness that could cut through concepts themselves.
Nyarlathotep let out a deafening, multi-voiced laugh that shook the entire citadel.
"Then let us dance, Root of Chaos!"
Hundreds of slick, oily tentacles erupted toward Aestrea like living spears, each one lined with screaming mouths and blinking eyes.
Aestrea didn't dodge and instead met them head-on.
He swung both swords in wide arcs, the Midnight Sword cutting through tentacles with impossible sharpness while the Heaven Swallowing Sword devoured the madness energy on contact.
Golden-black ichor sprayed across the ice as severed tentacles exploded into frozen shards.
"Not enough!" Nyarlathotep bellowed.
