In the deepest, most stagnant pressurized depths of the Void, where the light of the Hyperverse could not reach, lay the abyss of N'kai.
This was a realm of black ooze and forgotten echoes, and at its center drifted Tsathoggua, the Sleeper.
The entity resembled a colossal, bloated toad-thing, covered in a fine, moss-like fur of obsidian cilia.
It did not move.
It did not roar.
It simply existed in a state of supreme, lethargic indifference.
While the other Great Chaos Gods fought to delete the reality, Tsathoggua seemed content to simply sit in the corner of the narrative and wait for the ink to dry on its own.
Its very presence was a conceptual "Sinkhole"—a drain where effort, motion, and will were sucked into a void of eternal sloth.
Just then, a flicker of torchlight disturbed the velvet blackness.
Hecate, the Goddess of Magic and Crossroads, descended into the pit.
