You look back to the statues behind him, but they have not changed from when you last saw them.

You say nothing, assuming that the question is rhetorical.

You nearly say something, but keep your mouth sealed. Azathoth takes no issue with your silence; they just seek an audience.

THE PATH OF MUNDANITY

"Let us sink into normality! Let us fester in the deaths of those before us. Let them all give up, and become one with the rot of the universe..."

THE PATH OF STRUGGLE

"Let pain and trauma shape you. Let it be who you are. Famines are your personality, and hunger is your only friend. Let us cause a wasteland to consume them all."

THE PATH OF DOOM

"Let us all ignore the signs! The tides are raising, but why fight it? Drown with your home! Join the masses in raising the waves. Nothing matters truly if we're all drowning under the same waters."

You leave without saying a word. You are interested in this artist and his works. You will get him his trash.

You arrive back at Azathoth's gallery to drop off trash. You stand there silently as he sorts through the rubble. He stares up at you and you two lock eyes for a moment.

For the first time you speak. You thank him for the comment. He seems to find offense with that.

He does not speak with you again, and you leave soon after.

The price of true Doom appears before you.

Final Tier: The Flood: 10,000

• One mythical arise blanket: -1000


• Three Phobe Eyes: -1000


• One Ancient pet: - 2000


• The face of the tiger: -1000

An ancient pet is given to Azathoth. He asks you to leave while he conducts the ritual.

You don't remember there ever being a pet in this spot. There never was.

You stay silent.

A cool wind blows through the room.

You wordlessly listen to Azathoth before leaving to find another offering you feel he might like better. You swear you heard the sounds of footsteps behind you as you leave.

You refuse to look back. The loud footsteps linger behind you for a few seconds until you're out of the hallway. The other people wandering the main room must have caused whatever it was to halt its progress towards you.

You don't know what it was.....

But you know it wasn't Azathoth.

Azathoth's feet never touch the ground.

You come back, a blanket in hand. You silently hold it out to Azathoth.

You stand there....blanket still held out. Saying nothing. Azathoth seems to become angered.

You try to say your name, but nothing comes out. Your mind races.

When did you forget your name?

You try to think of the past, but it is like your life started as soon as you walked into the room of Azathoth. Every other memory ripped away from you.

You keep holding out the blanket. You don't move. Either out of fear or acceptance, you're not sure.

Useless information you feel like you have to keep listening to. If you just kept listening you'd understand more....you're sure of it......

You panic. You reach out to grab a heavy metal bar on the floor to knock yourself out. Every second continues to get longer and longer, as if you're reaching a terrible event horizon.

That's when you notice: as you reach out, your arm unpeels into tentacles.

It might be too late. You may have already fallen too far.

It's just a bad dream. You just need to wake up.

You strike yourself in the head with the bar, and darkness overcomes you.

........

It doesn't know much.

But it does know one thing it must do.