The lake at the heart of the burning mountain drank the last of the blood, and for a moment everything went still. The chanting had stopped, eight hundred and twenty-five Immense Ones hung in their rings with their chests cut open and their faces turned inward, and the elephant-headed Excedere stood motionless above the peak with all four of his hands lowered.
All of surrounding existence shook ominously!
Then the surface of the lake bulged upward, slowly, and something rose out of it!
HUUM!
