Ainz reappeared within a thick mist.

He could not pierce the clouds of grey, his sight was gone, obscured by the mist.

Unsettling voices permeated the haze, and massive shapes moved about overhead and beyond.

“{Detect Life.}” The Overlord remained unmoved. Nothing registered.

He lifted an arm.“{Detect Unlife} {Find Anomaly} {Detect Terrors} {Reveal Identity}”

The Overlord made his observation, “It appears that the mist has the ability to block areal detection spells at point blank range as well, then…” He struck the ground hard with the guild weapon and invoked; “{Dominion Expansion}.” The mist was blown away in a diameter of hundreds of kilometers.

The clearing gave Ainz a vast view of his surroundings, and he didn’t like what he saw.

Endless sandy plains where no life could flourish. Ponds of lava and acid were scattered throughout the lands, and huge starfish like abominations trod above, towering over Ainz by hundreds of meters.

“There you are.” Ainz said, his crackling orbs catching sight of a figure swaying in the wind.

He held out a hand, and released a flurry of spells, “{Summon Greater Undead Army} {Enhance Undead: Greater Full Potential} {Enhance Undead: Boost Level}” an army numbering in the thousands appeared. The Undead was diverse, however even the weakest of them were Death Knights, the strongest being named legendary undead, one of which was Thanatos the Grim Reaper.

Ainz however wasn’t finished, “{Call of the Abyss} {Dominate Eldritch Terror XIV}”

The ground gave way, and water poured out. From the paddle grew a lake, and from it an ocean.

Ainz silently cast {Fly}, and hovered up above, while feelers broke the water surface, and began twitching while frantically flapping about. An octopus-like head soon rose, whose face was a mass of feelers. Its body was of a dragon with a pair of thin wings and a tail.

The Sleeper of R’lyeh was here. Thankfully the damage she had sustained was more than adequate to make it possible for Ainz to use {Dominate}. However, her condition now wasn’t one that could be of use to him. Ainz invoked, “{Enslave Soul}” seeing the spell take effect Ainz moved on to others, “{Perfect Condition} {Stars Align}.”

The aura around Cthulhu has changed, and the waves around the Great Old One drained away. The Great Dreamer towered above the abominations that roamed the land, and without a word she began picking up the massive starfishes and devoured them. Meanwhile Ainz trained his attention on the Black Man. He had done all this, and yet the Crawling Chaos refused to budge. It appears he would let Ainz prepare sufficiently. Let me make you regret looking down on me.

“{Dimensional Lock} {Distort Reality XIV} {Depiction of Nature and Society}!“ Ainz recounted the spells, he would have to make sure that once the battle started in earnest the eldritch terror would have no way to run. {Depiction of Nature and Society} was once a World Class Item in possession of the guild Ainz Ooal Gown, however the Overlord has long since found a way to consume world items, and this was one of the first he swallowed with his {Red Orb of Momonga}.

The first change occurred in the Black Man as his cloak came loose and revealed riving flesh beneath. The head morphed into a long tentacle that swayed above the body, while several hands erupted all around the torso, each boosting long claws and charred muscles. No skin was visible on the man.

“W̶̖͆̑ḧ̸̤́́̌à̴͉͈̀t̷͓͋ ̴̤͚̋́h̸̝̗̚å̵̢̟v̸̡̛͖̎̎e̸̗̟̐́͗ͅ ̵͓̬̰̍ŷ̵͇̹o̷͉̿̿͜u̵̯͛͂ ̷̖̖̹̾͂d̷̡͕̞͌̐ò̸̡̩̥n̷̋͒͜e̶̩͉̋?!” The dismembered voice rasped, the muscles crawled and twisted into grotesque forms, new appendages morphing and birthing an entirely new, revolting being.

“I̴̖̭̓͛̿̀͠ ̴̨̙̖̘̪͔͓̗̥̻͕̠͕̙͔̃̈́̽͋̌̏̋͊͆̚ͅc̴͚̳̄̑̽̾̐́̈́̔ą̴̧̛͍̭͉͙͖̼̥̬̀̍͆͒͌̓͌̒̒͛̄́̎̉̚̕͜ǹ̸̨͍̬̲̗̮̭̞̻̰̆̂͜ņ̸̛͍͉̳̟̰̖̠̼̯͚̎̐̂̓̈̓̒̑̔̈̾͜o̴̢̜̜̰̪̲̦̮̖̞̓̿͂t̵̳̮̰͉̲͇̮̜͉̖̒̎͊̊̏̐͝.̶̢͙̼̙̳͇͔͑̈́̈̌̏̃̿̿͌͌͗̕͜.̶̦͉͙͉̖̘̣̰̫͚͙̘̯̭̔̂͜.̸̢̛̺̪̟̘͍͕̻̥͔̙̪͎̪̜͛̽͋̉͊̑̊͛̈̅͂!̶̯͉͉͓̽̇͊̒̅̅͛̿͑̊͐͊́̓̚̕͝ ̵͔͈̰͙̥͎̪͚̘̮͒̍́͝Į̴̡̮̻̭̟̳̫̗̱́̑̈̅̍̅̌̉̏̓̿̓̀͜͝ ̷̺̟͓͍͓̼̝͙̥̪̮̺̦͇̻̦̮̊̏̑ç̸̛̗̭͈̠̜͖͓̌͊̍͆̏̊̓̅͊̈́̿̽̈́͛͋͜ą̵̢̳̤͎̤̙͓̟̳̼̑̔̿̒̈̿̏̃̿͘̚͠͝n̸̨̢̹̥̺͎̜̟̳̭̦̘͈̼̭̥̲̾̐̓̎̅͊́̔̑̎̕n̴̛̛͕̯͈̼̥̞̮͑̅̐̋͗̆̌̆̓̌͐͋̚͜͠ǫ̶̧̖͈̮͓̥̫͓̹̩͈͚̮͇͇̒̂̍̑͐͗͗̆͊̈́͌̎͊̚͠t̷̟̦̲̱̾́͛̅̓̓̚ ̵̡̢̹̲̺̮̲̺̞̗̫̥̏́͋̒̀̒͆̎̋̊́͊̾͘̚͘͜f̸̨̨̧̤̏̓͋͝ͅę̴̧̲͇̥̰͖͍̝͉̟̠̳̈̀̓̎̅̅̔͝͠͠ͅͅę̸̨̛͎͔͖̝͎͖̮̓͒́̍͐̀̉͊͂̀̉͒̍̏l̶͚͚̈́̉̎̔̂̕ ̸̧̝̰̲̲͐̿͗̋̇̕͘m̸̡̰̪̙̣͍̼̱̞͕̘̻͍̠͇̼̣͒̿y̷̨̝͎̞̙͚͚̳̣͍̝̠̪͚̯̐͆̅̎̎͐͘͜͝ͅ ̵̨̙̠͍̫̥̬͇̘̌͜͝͝ͅc̶̻̘̮͚̫̣̫̭̈́̐̀͑̓͋͘ơ̴̡̡̢̤̪͚̪̠̺̖͆̈́̽͛̓̄͊͋̇̀͋̚̚͘͝ͅn̷̡͎̳͖̹̜̩͎̓̀̓͊̏̎̋͛̆̚n̶̦̻̝̳̩͎̼̟͕̺͚̜̲̯͑̑͊̃̅̃͊͛ͅe̵͓͕͚̋̆͋̈̈́̔̆̈́̾́̾̚̚c̷̡̛͔͖̮̣̲̼̼̳̝̻̲͇̞̩̀̃̔͌͒͆̏ť̸̢̰̤͙͈̬͔̖̯̓͗͂̿̐̓͑́͂̒̎̌͗͜͝͠͠ͅí̴͔̥̗̞̙̲͇̇̀̆̿͑̿̄̌ơ̶̡̬̗̝̺̱̘̞̈̇́̈́̄̒̒͂͐̑ṉ̴̢̣̹̜̟̟̮͎̼̮̺̀̿̈́̿̍͊̊̋͘̚͘͠͝ͅͅ ̴̧̳̙̞̤͊͆̅͂̆̈͂̊͗͐̿̔͑́̎́t̶̡̨̧̟͙̝͉̼͔͈͈͎̠̯͌̈̀͜͜͜ǭ̵̢͓̯̳̮̤͙͓̠̱̫̏̍̊͊̅̂̏͋͊̕ ̴̫̜̓̓̆͊̈̾̓͒̔̚͘͘͠͝ẗ̷̨̨̛̮̼̯̗̞̣́̃̾̒̿̽͌͘h̶̛̦̦̯́̎̌̂͌̈́͊͊͂̄̂̒͘͘ȩ̵̛̼̫̮̘͕̟̤̻̙̮͓͈͙̮̍̋̉́̔͘͜͝ͅ ̷͔̟͉̦̪̩̟͙͙̪̠̼̊͗̈́͗̓́͊͌Ư̸̢̻̜͔̮͈͓̺͈͈̟͇̖̳̣̎͆̉̎͐͊̇͐̕ͅl̶̦̫̪͈͓̘̠̖͕͔̝̯͖̓̅͐̉̍̑̈́̑̅̚͠͝ṯ̸̂̃̍̈̚ͅî̴̡̺̭̹̝̙͙̹͙̲͛́̒̍̀̈́̅͊̿̆̌̽̃̇͜ͅṃ̷̧̭̦̦̲͈̪͑́͋̍̔͊̒̇͊̈́͑̆͝ȁ̸̬̠̥͚͕͕̭̖͙́̑͊̔̄̔̀̚t̷̡̛̼̰͚̠̲̲̘̘̙̫̉͋̈́̎̍̆̆͘͠ͅę̵̪̘̥͈̩̼̻͕̼̼̹̦̗̋͆̾̈̀̇͐̑͌̀͋͐̋̒͗̕͝ͅ ̵͉͕̗͕̰̜̥͖͊̋͐́̆̑̒̐͛̓͐̈́͘G̷̟̙̮̊ǫ̸̹̖͙̻̘̖̩͓͖̩̥͐̊͑̄̈́̈͑̀̅̃͌̉͂͂̐́̽d̷̡͈͇̱̘͑̔̄͑̍͌͋̄̓̐́͛̀͘͝s̷̢̢̛̜͚̻͇̅͑̍̑̓̈́̇͛͌̑́̌̍͝!̶̛̠̫͚̣͚̣̟̯͍̯͎͕͗̾̊̄̈̚͘͜”

Mist rose, and took form around the Black Man, and invaded the Domain set up by Ainz previously.

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished…

“D̸͓̲̘̥̙̀̏̌̌̃͘͜e̷̗̽͋͑͆͝͝m̸̨̖͔̘̲̣͑͋̆̄́̊́͠í̷̪̦̣̗͔͔̼͂͌͆͂͜͝ͅụ̴̄͆̐̑ȓ̴͖͑͘ǵ̴̡̼͔̘͍͍͇̍̈́͆͒̃͒̔̚ȇ̵̫͇̜̫̖ ̸̨̛̞̯͚̝̓ͅb̴̡̥̹̞̫̿̾̕͜͝o̴̹̜͇̹͔̤͈͇͂͑́̓͠͝ǫ̵̱̟͕̊͗s̴̖̪̩̻̀͒͛͗̃̓͐ͅẗ̵̤͍̭͔́́̇̚e̷̡̡͓͖͈̥͎̰̾̐ḑ̵̦̞͕͚̟̼̗͙͂̏͐̎̈́̂͆̕͝ ̷̣̞͔͍̪̙͂̑̅̌̈̀͆́͜a̷̘̰̭͖̙̝̲̦͒̃͆͌̑̎̈́̂͘ͅb̶̠͗͒̇̊̽̄̀o̸̯͙̹̹͖̱͌́̓͒̀͝ͅu̶͇̤̠̗͈̎̉̋̕t̸̥͖̟̹̏ ̵̧̧͖̝̼̼̟̘̬͐̐̓́̃̃̆͒̚ý̴͍̩̠̫̣̪̝̤̩̆͐͆̄̆̀͌͒ő̸͓͓̱̗̚ủ̶̟̥̉̇̆̐̂̐r̶͇̮̦̤̭͖͗̆̊͋͜ ̴̧̣͉̺̯̩̬̺̈́̔̆͝1̵̻̲̱̉̄͋̑͑̽0̸̨̨̪̯͎̱̺̼́̇̐̓͊͠ͅ ̸̰̏̑͗̆̎̏̌̓̕0̸̡̦͓̽͊͂͒̊̐͛0̶̨̣̲̖͆̉͆͒̾́̈͜0̴̛̥̦͎̦̄ ̵͖̹͎̩͔͕̞̼͆̑̏̀̕̚̕ỷ̷̜̳̩̖̔̏̽͘è̷̯͎̺̘̹͓̣̼͆̅̽̎̏͂a̷̧͍̗̺̭̰̹̽͐̋͠ŗ̶̡͙̦̋͋ ̷̢̦̺̘͖͆̔̽̇́p̴̙͛́̈̂͆̌͋̈́͝l̷͎̰̻̱̦͙̩̝͌a̵̼̓͝n̵͖͒̌͝,̵̠̪̘̟̓͆͐ ̵̣̭͇̼͗̌b̶̨̏͆̓̐̀͘̚ú̷̬͑̅͒͠t̴͇̪̥̟̫͂͂͐͛̅́̿̐ ̵̡̧̢̟̤͉͔͓̅͋͆͒͝ŷ̸̫̃͗o̶͓͔͇̮̤̥̒ȗ̴͔͑̈́͛̆̀̕͘r̵̫̥̊ ̵̢̜̰̩̱̏̾̚͘t̵̪̗̮̄̈́̀i̵̢͆͑̒͋̈́͌̔̍͂m̴̼̝̺̰͎̱̃̓̄͌̀̔̚̕ͅȩ̶͙̖̻͐̃͋́͌͆̕ ̸̛̙͇̫̪̰̔͜i̸̢̧̺̲̼̦̯̽ͅṣ̶̝̜͙̋̑͑ ̸͕̟̹̹̾̀ṷ̵̢̜̤̗̈́p̵̘̺̖̰̽́͌̓̌̀̌.̸̢̥̣̰̇̽ ̸̧͉̙̹̜͋̇̽Ṟ̸̛̪͆͐̈̈è̵̞̩̹̠͈̞t̸̼̭̯͖̪̝̠̹͉̓́͋͑ű̸̟̯̤̣̖̲̰̳̻̎̇͒͛̅̄̈́̍r̵̞̙̔̈́ǹ̴̛̞̤̩̲̫̠͖͛̌̿̚ ̶͔̱́̉̕t̶̟̥̙́͂̕o̷̼̖̤̦͉̞̍̌̈̃ ̶͈̖͍̠̤̱̔ť̷̠h̷̡̖̝̫̪̺̫̗̽̍̌͑̈́̈́̍͗̚͜e̷̛̪͔̐̏̄͗̈́͗̽ͅ ̸̢̧̱͈͉̺̌̂̆̊̋V̴̪̻͎̥̼͚̋ͅo̶̢̢̝͚̿̒͐̓̄̆̈i̵͉̗͓͂̂̉́͂̕͜͠d̸̪̫͖̪͉̫̘͈͝!̸̼̻̥̖̖̈̑́͛̃̍͂̌̍”

The chaos burst outward, consuming the realm, lunging for the Overlord.

The armies of Undead instantly evaporated upon contact with the strange substance, however before it could reach Ainz a green barrier halted its advance. The Great Dreamer stepped between the two fighters, its bond compelling it to defend the Overlord, and punish the offender.

Holes opened in the air, water poured down below, octopus like creatures dropped to the ground and rushed forwards, going with the current, rushing for the Crawling Chaos that struggled against the high waves.

Ainz didn’t stay idle either. He was wholly focused on the battle. Feelings at this point would only get in the way, that said the cruelty of his spells more than reflecting his inner turmoil.

Demiurge?! What plan? What goddamn plan?!

“{Time Stop}.“

Ahh… I wish you were here… to explain as always… I wish you were ALL here.

He invoked several buff spells on the octa-man, followed by a plethora of delayed spells to take effect after time resumes its march. Although, he could no longer stop time within the multiverse, this was a world of his own. A realm confined within {Depiction of Nature and Society}, it was his to freely manipulate as he wishes. Soon the spell came to an end, and the Black Man began batting away the weaklings. Ainz smiled cruelly, as spells took root, and the abomination shrieked.

“{Illusion Prison} {Chains of the Heavens} {True Dark} {Absolute Zero} {Implosion} {Gravity Well}”

The spells cast in quick succession caught the Crawling Chaos by surprise, as the effects ravaged its monstrous form. {Illusion Prison} made the target lose its six senses, although eldritch terrors probably wouldn’t be impeded too much, it was still a spell that could slow them, if only for a little.

Next {Chains of Heavens} was another single-target crowd-control spell. Brilliant chains made of divine energy materialized around the squirming form, and {True Dark} came down with utter ferocity. {Absolute Zero} cooled the area around Nyarlathotep to Absolute Zero, the coldest temperature possible within the known universe, effectively freezing the beast in place.

{Implosion} collapsed the body onto itself, muscles further tearing apart, organs exploding in a dazzling shower of black. And finally, {Gravity Well} a superior spell that was derived from {Black Hole}, a perfect crowd-control spell that dealt massive continuous damage to the target area.

The Eldritch Terror shrieked in agony at volumes that made the ice tremble and shatter.

But Ainz wasn’t satisfied yet, “{Antimatter Explosion} {Singularity XIV} {Grasp Heart} {Identity Break}!”

Nyarlathotep didn’t know what had hit him. The {Antimatter Explosion} erased matter altogether, while {Singularity} brought it back infinitely dense at a miniscule point in space-time, effectively shredding apart the Avatar of the Outer God. {Grasp Heart} was resisted as expected, however its ability to stun its target for a single second was absolute, and thus Ainz’s next spell hit unimpeded.

{Identity Break} was a spell that targeted the psyche and destroyed consciousness. But even though the Black Man could not put-up defenses, he shrugged off the spell. This much wouldn’t be enough.

“E̴̬̳͇̮͋͐̓̍̄͘n̶̫̏̑͌̆̆̽̐͛͑̐́̆̂̚o̵̠̩̮̖͕̮̳̙̤̳̙̭͐̒͑͑͗̎̈́͠u̵̙̞̤͈̫̘̠̲͆̏̇̕͜g̸̢̤̣̭̠͎̩͖̯͎̥͈̍͊̔̌̌̾̓̄̇̅̅̊͋͠͠ȟ̸̰̯̬̪̤͜!̵̜͑͂̔͒̎͐̾͊͗̌̆̒͘͝”

The mist writhes, it takes form! A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. The Crawling Chaos revealed a more grotesque form, one that chilled the Overlord.

“Cthulhu, now!” Ainz ordered, and the Great Dreamer moved to intercept.

The world shrieked as the two titans clashed, and reality morphed. Ainz held on, an invisible barrier faintly flickering as it blocked incoming debris and lost projectiles of cosmic energy. The pale flames flickered in the hollow eye sockets, and the bones of the undead rattled in the storm. Strange runes appeared, and began accelerating around the ancient undead, a spell in the making.

The Chaos was rapidly spreading in the realm sustained by {Depiction of Nature and Society}, at this rate the spell will falter, and chaos shall be released. Ainz couldn’t allow that to happen.

He felt deep at his reserves, and brought alight a devastating spell, one whose workings were a mystery even to him. “{Reality Break XIV}!” He invoked the mighty spell, and the battle was halted.

A sound cut through the realm, as if glass breaking. Cracks appeared all around the sky, the land, the opposing forces. Then everything crumbled away, and a dark realm was all that remained, devoid of anything but Ainz himself. Then the mist gathered once more and condensed into a writhing figure.

Cthulhu also resurfaced from under the waves which magically appeared at the bottom of the realm.

“Black Man, or should I call you Nyarlathotep?” Ainz asked, readying delayed spells in the back of his mind. Hastur has confirmed his fears, but he also said that this is merely an Avatar of the Crawling Chaos, as such the possibility of victory still exists. He had cut off his connection to the true body, so dealing with this avatar should’ve been easy with his level of power, but it had proved to be far harder than he had initially surmised. Thankfully, he came prepared for the worst, “tell me why? Why have you come to this world?! Why have you taken what is mine?!”

The twisting form grunted, then spoke.

“Ő̴͖̤̹̗̈́̀̐̐͑͘͝ḩ̸͇̖̠͎͇̓͂h̵̨̬͓͈̩̳̩̹̃̌̅̏ḩ̴̙̪͉̭̪̣̏̎̉͊h̵͚̮̜̬̥̝̰̀͐̈̓.̶̢͈͇̘͙̰͊̅̉̈́̚͜͜ ̷̡̮̦̖̲̠͈̂͐͒͜͠I̸̧̛͉̦̘͙̳̹̩͂̉̏ ̶̧̈́͒̆͝f̷̫̝̝̗̣͒̄̽͗́͝ȇ̴̡͖͎̮̘͂̆̒͆̍̕͜͝ľ̸̝̘͙͛̊̀͘̚t̸̎͜͝ ̵͕̥̰͈̮̘̪͛͗̌͛̉͋t̷̞̿̓̔̉ĥ̶̟͔͙͂͠ḁ̵̛̞͎̩̤́͆t̴̡̧̖͉̀͋͗̃̉̕.̵̪̫̊̓̍͂͌̆͝ ̴̝͙̅͛̈̎Ă̶̯͓͇̓s̷͕̓̋̋͋̈́̏̔͠ ̷̨̙̭̙̤̻̀̃͗͝f̴̩̘̾͛͛̒͛̕̕͠ǫ̷̢̨̯̳͙̿̍͊̃̈́̔̓ŗ̸̫̤͍̼̮̃͂͗̾̇͜ ̸̝̙̘͚͔͇̈́͆̊͛͛̂y̵͎̥̌́̄̉ǫ̷͎͉͗̈́͘ṷ̵̪̹̰̈́̈́͑͛r̴̡̹͙̜̦̒͒͌̐͌͘ ̷̛̗̤͉̗͔̯̆͛̋̊̂̈́͜ͅq̶̧̱̦̑̽̉̔̕u̷̗̻͘è̵̓͜s̵̨̨͇͎̏ẗ̵̙̲̠̘̖͚̩́̊ͅi̶̡̱̝̿̆̿̾͜ͅơ̵͖̭͇̔̈́̀̆̿̄n̸̨̰͙̭͙͍̲̮̅̉̑̈́͗,̷̡̣͙͙̪̽̀͝ ̸̼͈̜͔͔̙̖̃͋͘͜ẅ̷͙̣́h̵͔̪͇̙͗̔͜a̶̳̙͎͒̎̽͑t̵̬͙̽͊̅̌̈ ̸̧̡̡̝̤͔̰̭͆͊́̂́͗̌̽ẹ̸̮̙̞̠͙̣͇̆́͗̄͝l̶̤̘̹̭̲͍̬̓̈́̀s̸̱͇̅͊̅̉̏̕̚͘ȩ̴̛̫̼̟́̏͊͜ ̴̤̠͍͎̗̦͓̉̏͛̿̏t̸̼̤̝̗̮̾͐̔̿̚h̴͎̳͉̳̜̠̫̑͆͒͜a̸̺̼̬̲̯͗͋͒̏n̴͚͎̗̤̆́̇̈́ ̶̮͙̹͓͚͆͂͑̕f̴̘̘̕͝ų̵̘̺͐͗̽̈́̓̈́̚n̶̯͆̒̀̆̋̓͝?̴̖̘̹̻̠̳̬̤̓̎̐͛́͝͝”

“Fun… you say? FUN?!” The hellish flames around the Overlord ignited with darkness deeper than any shadow, and yellowish green liquid began dripping out of the cracks running along the bones. When it dripped onto the {Red Orb of Momonga} the orb sizzled, and the obsidian black surface cracked. The Souls in torment began shrieking at new heights of agony as the staff groaned within the skeletal hands, and the new black stone atop glowed menacingly.

Ainz wanted to keep feelings restrained and used as a sharp blade in this fight. However, the words of the eldritch terror cut deep, and the emotions kept rushing to the surface like a raging torrent.

“Ẅ̵̧̩͖͇́̃̊̽͜͠h̷̢̢̨͚͒̇̓͜͝ͅé̸̖̭͕̰̣́͗́͐͛͜͝n̴̨̰̝̦̭̻͌͆͋̓̓͠ͅ ̶̢̗̙̋̅͐͛̚ͅĮ̶̛̝̮̝̲̥͌́͒̈͗̿̓ ̴̥̄͆̔̒̑͘f̵̨̼̲̉̀͜e̶̖̽̎̄̈͐l̶̨̙̻̞̻͙̋͊͆͠t̷̡̡̤̠͕͍̠̍͒̾̏̊͐͑̅ ̶̨͚͈͍̱͖̩̌͒y̵̗̬͂̈́̽ͅȍ̴̱̼͕̼̬̗͝ú̷̧͔̠̦̃̔̿̅͝ ̵̝͓̌̀̿͒͝â̷̢̟̿̏͆̄̏̚ẗ̸̬̯͇̜̺́̈͒̌͛̀͘ ̴̨̺̰̖̪͉̜͗̈́̈́̈́̈́E̴̢̱͉̽̀̑̑͆͘̚̕â̸̢̹͇̬̱͉͌́͌͐̈͜ŗ̶̥̰͓͙̟̟̊̈́͛͌͐́͒t̶͙̗̔̒̏͌ḩ̵̹́͝,̵̗̲̲̗͌̊̉̓̏̐̑ ̴̻̲̯̰̳͔͊̚ͅĮ̸̡̺̗̪̟̥̑͜ ̵̫̪̉̂̄͑̕j̵̫̤̺͖̀̉̇̍̒u̵̫̘̐͒̚s̷̙̯̿̅͒̽̀͑̏̔t̵̨̝̥͂̽̽ ̷̡̯̫̖͖̤̫̼̉̈͗k̸͎̝̦͉͚̏ņ̸͙̮̼̜̞̺̳͗͛̑͆͆̅̒e̸͈̜̔̄̓͂w̸̲̲̹̍͒̇̓̕ ̵̧̧́̓́į̵̝̼̮̭̰̭͊́̐̚͝t̷̖̠͋͜’̷̧̣̗͕̖͖̲́̑̆̓͂̕͝d̶̢̨̮̗̯̄̇͋̐͝ ̴̗̯̻̣̣̟̱̩̓̏̎b̵̡͈̭̠̼͕͌͋͑̅͝e̵̞̖̱̣̟͉̔͗̐͗͘͠ ̵͓̩̜̮͈̻͎̌͆̉̈́̾͜ȃ̵̘̬̙̖͖̬̙͎̌ ̶̧̛̦̫̦̺̮̭̿̕̕͜t̵̖͈̥͈̱͐̇r̴̨̫͈͇͈̘̅̑̀̌́̀̒͊ȩ̸̢̛̥͔̞̒̈́͋̚ǎ̷̧͓̤̣̟͓̣̀t̶̞͇̀ ̸͕̿̎ț̵̛͕͋̊ǫ̸̼̅̑̒ͅ ̶̢̡̭̲͎͕̗͂̚b̷̧̩̈̂̾̐͠͝r̶̪̗̞͓̿̽̓ȅ̶̤̒̃a̴̡͖̜͈̳͑͊̐̓k̷͚̩͚̰̺̺̾̽̃ͅͅ ̵̧͉̗̯͕͖̮̘̇̆͆̐̎̉̃͘ỳ̴͍̥͖̏͑̐̽̈́̉ö̶̡̱̘̫̦͉̺̥́̓̚͝u̴̧̳̭͙͚̻̞̇͗̽̉͊̌̽!”

There was no stopping it now. He made his resolve.

A deathly tone severed the atmosphere.

“{The Goal of All Life is Death}.”

The voice of the Overlord had become eerily still. A callous intonement, a declaration that stands absolute for all eternity and beyond.

“Your Death will not be an easy one. {Grasp Heart}.” Ainz stated. “Cthulhu, keep him in place.”

The Great Dreamer moved, her feelers swaying in the void as she rushed over to the avatar of the Crawling Chaos and tackled the grotesque entity. The size difference between the two was comical, however the display was anything but. Meanwhile the Overlord prepared his spell, boosted by {The Goal of All Life is Death} it would kill anything and everything. He knew that for a fact.

The avatar struggled; however, it could not escape the Great Dreamer’s hold. A Great Old One at her prime was no joke after all, a mere avatar if caught off-guard could do very little. As the mist bit into the flesh of the Great Old One, the spell was finally ready, and the skill took hold.

“{The Goal of All Life is Death} {Certain Death XIV}.” The declaration was absolute, an attack that cannot be blocked, an attack that guaranteed death’s cold embrace.

Cthulhu’s hold lessened on the Black Man as his body began to disintegrate.

“Ţ̶̡̛̝̜̙͉͖̳͖͇͕̦̠̻̌̊̈́̆̊̄̋̉̌̐̐̕ḩ̴̥͕̝̟̮̜̻̟͆̽͂̐̓̿̄̈́͑̆̄̋̕͝ḭ̷͓͠s̶̨̱̱͕͍̱̜̪͗͆͐́̀͌̉͐̊͆̿̄̑̓̉͗͜͜.̵̪͕̫̪͐̈́̌̾̂̓.̵̢̢̺̹͇͔̮̹͇̭̠͋̐́̅̽̒̕.̵̰͔̮̖̦̙̳̙̇̂ ̸̨̛̲͂̐̈́̓i̵̖̥̝̜͎̫̞̤̯̋̒̈́͑̀̏̈̆͋͋̎̄̈́̚ͅs̸̮͖̼̼͐͆͛̈́̌̋̀̚ ̴̧̡̫͉̭͓̯͙̘̼̙̤̜̱̞̠̈́̄͂̉̿̅͐̈́̐͊́́̔̊͜͠ṉ̸͙͚͔̼̟̬̠̐͂̾͌̒o̷͍͔̦̎̓͆͒́͂̆͆̿͒̑͌͂͂̄̌͠ţ̶̛̭͚͗̐̾͑͑͛̀͛̈́̈́̀͊̀͘̚͠ͅ ̶̢̡̛̗̪̗͍̝͓͇̪̥͖̗̱͈̜̊̆̈́̑̌̓͊̂͛̔̆̚̚͝t̴̩̫̻̫͚͙̫̻̲̳̩͋́͛͜͝͠h̸͙̼͙̳̫͎͍͂̋́̀̌͗̆̊̈͗̉̑͋̽̇̈́͘ͅe̶̲͙̦̮̠̩̺̖̤̫̣̝̲̘̣̺͇̽͊͂̋̐͝ ̶̡̻͉̙̇͑͋è̷̛͙͍͇̇̎͆ṇ̸̩͖̭̝̃̒̄́͘͠d̷̡̨̙͎̥̯͖͚͎͍̯̱̳̦̖̰̜͛͑̓̃̉̏̈́̋̊͆̅̓̓̈́.̸̢̱͍̥̱̹̗̝̜̠̹̬̤͕̟͇̉̈́͊̍͑̓͐͑̌̿̚͜͝ ̵͕̟̰͔͕́̾̈́͒̌͜ͅI̸̼̖̬͓̓̂̍̓͆͠͠'̵̨̨̧̫͕̥̻̦̬̱̣̹͇͆͊̓̓̈́͝͝ļ̸̜̪͍͉͉̗̯̝͚́͒̏͋̿̃͒͋̆̈̓̎͒͝ļ̴̨̯͈̺̼̝̺̗̤͕͍̓͆̍͌̉͑̾͝ ̷̡̛̛̟̠͙̳̻͍̤̫̫̦̺̩̀̋̃́͐̂̑͒͐͑̈́̇̈͌̕͜c̷̢̡̛̞͙̼̗̗̗̯̻̗͎͛̋̈́̇̃̈́̑̆̄̑̓̓͑̈́̕̚͜o̷͚͈̯̭̾̋͋̌̓̎̽́̓̉̍̿́͂͠m̶̠̰͇̮̺̍̓̂̓̋̓͆̇̒́́̀̂͘͘͜͝ë̵̦̝̠̻̘́̎̓́̑́̏̒̓̆̒͂̈́̔́͛̈́ ̸̛͙̮̠̘̱̦͚̼͓͍̙̫͕̱̾͂̿̏̄̿̃͗͊̆̔͒̔͜͠͠f̴̧̞̰̜̘̬͚͚̤̫̩̪̞̉͐̐̏͛͌͠ͅo̵̢̠͎̰͌̈̈́̾̈͗͆͛̀̃͗̀͊͘r̶̥͚̣̈́͘͝ ̸̯̪̦̣̭̹̐͌̏̉̀̀͌͗̾͜͠ͅÿ̴̡̫̻̤̳̹͖̥̥́̀̍͗͂͜o̷̦͙͕͛͊́̽́̊̀̈́̅́͊̉͜u̸̧̱͖̰̜͕̽͊̐̈̋͆̀̕.̵͔̤̳͇͆̏́̀̎͗͜ ̵̧̢̛̖̝̤̣͕̈́̃͐́̾̎͊̔̌͜͜H̶̢̞̯̜͇̤͌̂̈́Ą̷̢̜͇͕̩̪̻̜̟̫̰̭́͆̎͗́̊̈͊̾̓͜͠͠͝ͅ-̸̧̨̡̨̮̜̼̤̣̰̝̖͙̜̻̋̿͛̃̈̌̈͐̾͆́͐̅̅̅͘͠h̵̘̞͇̅͌Ä̸̖̪̰̗͇̥̣̪͙̀͘H̷̢̛̯̝̟͕͕̜́̉́̍̍̅̂͌͝͠a̸͕̟̰̣̘̲͈͚̺̗̣͕͎̣͔͗̿͜-̷̩̮̙̹͉̫͒ḣ̷̩͙̩͇̗͌͋̈́̈̈́̓̃͂͒̑͌͘͘͠A̷̧̱͔̪͙̫͍͇͛̈́́̋̈̈̍̑̄̽͠-̷̓̌͛̃ͅH̵͙͖͈̩̰̘̜̍̎̆͗̈̋̃̈́͌͆̽͠ã̴̳̤̞̫̝͉͓̦̜̮͎̖̠̤͗́̇̀̔̅͐̒̚͜͜͜͠!̴͚̘̗̙͈̘̬̹͍̩̳̇͗́͂̾̓͌̄̃̓̓̑͒̉̍͘͝!̸̛͇͓̜̜̺̲͈̊̔͊͊̀̽͘̕̚”

,,That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.”

(...)

Within the revolting graveyard of the universe The Crawling Chaos directed the cosmic symphony.

The muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes permeated inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

The gigantic gargoyles swayed awkwardly around an amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space.

Nyarlathotep felt a slight chill, an Avatar of his has perished. He employed thousands of them within the cosmos, and thus their power was quite negligible in the grand scheme of things, but not many could destroy them… even less would dare.

He overlooked the orchestra, the ultimate gods played well. The Blind Idiot would keep on dreaming forever more, and never wake. This reality and all others would remain his playground forever more. However… it wouldn’t hurt to collect a few more souls to fuel the desecration and prolong the melody by a couple billion years. Who knows how long till he finds quality goods again?

A soul that could destroy his avatar, it was bound to yield exceptional results.