The colossal Cthulhu is floating in the air.
It is slumbering, but the time of awakening is near.
Every god that infiltrates Blue Star needs a period of adaptation to adjust to Blue Star's laws.
This giant beast, resembling an octopus, is drifting in the sky.
The death of its servants does not evoke its pity.
At this moment, Hastur sneaks over here like an octopus brother.
"Cthulhu, my lifelong enemy, you never expected I'd escape from prison, did you?"
"I will use your clone's vast divine power to help me unleash a forbidden technique and release one of my tentacles."
"Back then, you and your allies showed no righteousness, sealing me in the Star Prison. Do you know how much I have suffered?"
"Endlessly tormented by laws, my body relentlessly undergoes collapse and regeneration."
"Luckily, I endured and managed to split off a clone."
"Fortunately, I encountered a reliable human, otherwise, I might have been imprisoned forever, suffering eternal torment."
