"Shub-Niggurath!"
"The Mountain Goat of the Forest bearing millions of offspring!"
"Goddess of Dark Fertility!"
"Nicolas!!"
A low humming sound echoed over the entire crater, mixed with growls and roars, like the sickly murmurs of a patient, or the pious prayers of devout believers.
Every wizard who heard these sounds would immediately picture an immense, pitch-black figure in their minds. Like rotting clouds rolling under the night sky, countless slick black tentacles dangling down, jagged mouths opening and closing, spewing out a putrid stench.
Even just conjuring it in thought, one could vividly sense the smell of that stench. It originated from the depths of the receiver's consciousness, rising through the nose and throat.
Many wizards — demons included — couldn't initially recognize the identity of the polluter upon hearing those humming prayers, and quickly fell into madness.
