The Old Gods

Yog-Sothoth sighs and groans. The hand that holds you curls around you tight and throws you back through the wall of light. It hurts. It hurts SO much.

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You don't even feel yourself flying through the air and into the snow. The failure is more agonizing than your body right now.

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"Ask and search," the voice says on the air. "Someone knows the answer, little summoner."