The astonishing malice and appetite in the gaze left them feeling no affection, only endless fear and trembling. A single misstep could lead them to fall into the stomach of their chief god.
Only the [Abyssal Horror] Dagon, who was already anchored to the Immortal Stairway, remained unaffected by the whispers, and he took out a copy of the "Spiral City Manual" and began to chant:
"In the name of the spiraling depths beneath the sea and its inhabitants, we praise the Slumbering God.
In the name of the [Mark of Kish] and all who submit to this mark, in the name of the Gate of the Deep Sea and all who use this gate..."
Immediately, an illusory figure, laden with tentacles, began to form slowly on the opposite side of the ring-shaped altar, reflecting the true appearance of the Old God.
A pillar of illusory light, unclear whether it was a tentacle or an anchor chain yet evidently covered with marks of decay, extended from the altar, plunging into the collective unconscious sea.
