The longspear was formed entirely from laws of existence erasure.
Its tip locked firmly onto Nyarlathotep's true body.
Nyarlathotep let out a final shrill scream, drawing all of its remaining power inward in a last, desperate attempt at resistance.
The dark tide collapsed inward, condensing into a shield of chaos, a barrier woven from countless twisted symbols and faces frozen in despair.
"By Azathoth's chaos! I curse you! Outsider! You will—"
Before the curse could fully take shape, the pale-golden stellar longspear arrived without a sound.
The instant it touched the shield of chaos, the barrier that embodied Nyarlathotep's final strength vanished outright, like an illusion cast into nothingness, without offering the slightest resistance.
The longspear pierced straight into Nyarlathotep's ever-shifting chaotic core.
"Ugh…"
In that moment, all of Nyarlathotep's movements, all its transformations, every whisper and shriek, froze completely.
Its thousand-faced, ever-changing body cracked like shattered glass, laced with pale-golden fissures.
The cracks spread rapidly. From the edges inward, the dark tide it had become broke down into dust that flickered with a final trace of light before being utterly annihilated.
Its consciousness could clearly feel every part of its existence being broken apart and erased from the most fundamental level by that pale-golden power.
Its vaunted thousand-faced nature, its authority as a messenger, its essence of chaos…
All of it collapsed like a sandcastle scattered by the wind.
"I… Nyarlathotep… the messenger of the cosmos… to end… like this…"
The last fragment of will, filled with boundless confusion and ultimate terror, dissipated into the void.
The Many-Faced God, Nyarlathotep, had fallen.
The longspear formed from [The Skies Descend] dissolved as well, as though it had never existed.
Under the influence of starforging power, the star region once tainted by Nyarlathotep's presence slowly and steadily returned to the universe's inherent order and calm.
The radiance in Lo Quen's dragon eyes did not fade.
He flew to the spot where Nyarlathotep had been completely erased. There, fragments of divinity remained, carrying its final memories and information.
Lo Quen extended a dragon claw, and a gentle starlight wrapped around and captured the fragment.
Closing his dragon eyes, Lo Quen sank his consciousness into it, beginning to read the memory shards accumulated over the long ages of that ancient evil god.
A massive torrent of chaotic information flooded in, steeped in conspiracy and deceit, swiftly sorted and analyzed by him.
He saw countless civilizations led to destruction under Nyarlathotep's manipulation, and witnessed how it shifted between forms to toy with and deceive all beings.
The memories were vast and oppressive, but Lo Quen precisely searched for key details related to "Black Stone" and "manipulation."
At last, a relatively clear memory surfaced in his awareness.
It took place in an age so distant it could not be counted, within a primordial spiritual dimension.
One of Nyarlathotep's avatars had come into contact with a human.
This was…
the Drowned God.
That dwarf.
At the time, the Drowned God was still weak, confused by the power and nature of the Black Stone.
Nyarlathotep's avatar appeared in the guise of an enlightener.
It did not reveal its malice outright, but subtly guided the Drowned God to explore the truths of the universe and the origins of power.
Within the memory.
Nyarlathotep's avatar pointed deep into K'Dath and spoke in a voice heavy with temptation:
"Look, lost one… this is the legacy of antiquity, a vessel of mysteries beyond mortal understanding. The Black Stone of K'Dath holds the power to shape reality and glimpse truth…
And in your material world, those petty yet arrogant human races, the blood in their veins can truly awaken this power. Find them. Guide them. Use them… and you will touch this strength, no longer lost, able to accomplish what you seek to accomplish…"
The memory flickered again.
Lo Quen watched as, under Nyarlathotep's subtle manipulation, hatred toward the entire world and all of humanity began to take root in the Drowned God's heart.
Following Nyarlathotep's guidance, he began to fully master the secrets of the Black Stone.
Soon after, the Drowned God's hatred drove him to devise a plan that would span tens of thousands of years, the Song of Ice and Fire.
Through dreams and other subtle means, he guided certain powerful leaders among the human tribes to discover and study fragments of the Black Stone's forbidden knowledge.
It was through these bewitched humans that the knowledge and techniques of the Black Stone were carried out from the ruins of K'Dath and spread across the world, becoming one of the many tools Nyarlathotep used to carry out his countless schemes.
In a corner of Nyarlathotep's memories, Lo Quen saw something else the Drowned God had done.
It was during the height of the Valyrian Peninsula, when dragons blotted out the skies.
Sorcerers wielded earthfire and magic to raise towering spires and magnificent cities that reached toward the heavens.
Yet beneath that brilliance, countless slaves howled in agony within scorching mines and blazing furnaces.
Their resentment and longing for freedom gathered into a vast, seething force.
That force was observed by the Drowned God, lurking in the depths of the sea.
He saw the Valyrian civilization, masters of blood magic, grow ever stronger, and feared that it would threaten his designs.
And so, the Drowned God devised a plan to bring about the fall of Valyria.
The first step was to corrupt the slaves.
But he knew that directly invoking his own name might alert the Valyrian sorcerers.
So he cleverly borrowed the name of another Many-Faced God.
With the tacit consent, and even subtle encouragement, of Nyarlathotep's avatar, the teachings of the Many-Faced God seeped into the world of the slaves.
Within the memory, hidden scenes surfaced.
In the end, those slaves sabotaged the magic the Valyrian sorcerers had used to seal the volcanoes.
The Fourteen Flames erupted at once. Ash filled the skies, the earth split apart, and molten lava surged like a flood, swallowing the proud heart of that civilization.
"Now I see…"
A flash of understanding crossed Lo Quen's mind.
All the threads finally came together.
From the Black Stone of K'Dath, to the ensnared Drowned God and the dwarf, to the tragedy of the Ice and Fire World, and the manipulation of Ghroth…
Behind it all ran the same sinister thread, Nyarlathotep.
And now, that thread had been cut by his own hand.
Lo Quen opened his dragon eyes and looked at the final fragment of Nyarlathotep's memory fading in his grasp.
With the fragment's complete annihilation, the universe lost an eternal source of chaos. Yet the madness and conspiracies already scattered throughout it would still take time to cleanse.
He turned his gaze, looking toward the dimensional realm known as the Sea of Slumber, and saw the palace of Azathoth, the great ruler known as the Blind Idiot God.