Após vencer a rodada de ressurgimento, fui enviado de volta ao clã dos dragões
Lu Mingfei: Na minha vida passada, fui um mago que buscava a grandeza, mas fui prejudicado por vilões astutos (deuses), fui traído pelos meus seguidores, expulso pelos meus subordinados e até o própri
Amidst the frenzied screams, Lu Mingfei’s mind began to blur, drifting into blind dullness. Perhaps only true gods could explain all that had already transpired. Too late—everything was too late. Lu Mingfei would pay the price for his arrogance and greed.
Twisted, morbid shadows, sensitive and furtive, rolled and spiraled through the dreadful midnight—like countless hands, though none were truly hands; rotting creations, shattered cities, starless planets riddled with wounds.
A chilling wind swept past pale stars, stripping color from sun and moon, leaving heaven and earth in darkness.
Colossal pillars loomed, half-hidden, between worlds. They hailed from beyond the ordered cosmos, from the primordial temples unreachable even by dreams.
Lu Mingfei was about to descend into a vast abyss where even light could not escape—or perhaps ascend—here, time and space lost all meaning.
Upon this nauseating cemetery of the void, where yin and yang were sundered, from the inner sanctum of a temple beyond time, came wave after wave of indistinct, maddeningly resentful drumming, accompanied by a vile, monotonous flute’s blasphemous lament.
Those immense, gloomy ultimate gods—blind, mindless, and godless—for their souls were none other than: “Nyarlathotep!”
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“Nyarlathotep!”
Lu Mingfei awoke from sleep, clutching his head and screaming.
When the terror subsided, he realized he’d fallen asleep at his desk. This familiar yet strange setting—was this...
Was this the warm, stable universe he once knew? Was this... his bedro