"Hastur? Nyarlathotep? Long time no see, what are you two planning to do this time?" Chen Ze was a bit surprised; the last time these two had come together was because of the Yog-Sothoth incident, and he had no idea what it was about this time.
"I'm here for a meal, Nyarlathotep did some updates to Hearthstone, so I had to bring it to you," said Hastur, who yawned and sprawled on the table like a lump of slime, taking a big gulp of the Coca Cola Betty had handed over.
"Manager, this is the Hearthstone you asked for," Nyarlathotep placed a clump of black mist on the table. Chen Ze was very curious why the mist wasn't dissipating but instead, was condensing together.
Chen Ze reached out to accept the clump of mist. As soon as he took it, he felt terrible, for within the mist there were countless souls howling, their screams so piercing that Chen Ze's ears began to hurt—worse than listening to a construction crew working nearby in the middle of the night.
