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"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn,” intoned the robed silhouette.
Darkness was only brightened by several candles, but it was just enough to see the shadows stir in the middle of the circle. The cultists raised their hands up eagerly, awaiting His coming.
The shadows fluttered and fled as the blue light shone brighter and brighter.
The luminosity was blinding, so much so the hooded people in the room covered their eyes. It was to be expected, after all, they did just call upon the mind of one of The Old Ones.
“BWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRMMMMMM!”
The cultists cowered.
“ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!”