The battle for the divine perimeter was a cacophony of shattering glass and celestial thunder, but for Yog-Sothoth, it was merely a sequence of observable data.
To the Gatekeeper, the gods were not legends; they were variables within a closed system, struggling against an inevitable deletion.
Its million glowing spheres pulsed with a rhythmic, sickening light, observing the "Light" of the Angels and the "Fire" of the Pharaohs with the same cold indifference a scientist might show a culture in a petri dish.
Completely unsatisfied with the pressure its kin were exerting on the breach, the Gatekeeper raised a singular, massive tentacle.
The limb did not possess a physical end; it was a conceptual wedge designed to peel back the very skin of reality.
It aimed for a section of the Hyperverse barrier that had been reinforced by the Norse runes, intending to unzip a fresh wound and flood the internal heavens with the remaining Black Tide.
