The arrival of the Primordial Horror did not just destroy the starlight table. The sheer mass of Azathoth shattered the conceptual foundation of the Apex Pantheon Hall.
BUZZZ!
The resulting shockwave of absolute decay did not travel through physical space. It rippled violently across the cosmic leylines, striking the hidden sanctuaries of gods who had not opened their eyes in millions of years.
Deep within the Nebula of Slumber, Oneris, the God of Eternal Rest, was violently thrown from his levitating bed.
For three entire cosmic epochs, Oneris had slept in a paradise of woven stardust and soft lilac clouds. His domain was the absolute embodiment of peace. But today, the clouds suddenly turned into abrasive, foul smelling ash.
BANG!
Oneris crashed onto the hard crystal floor of his temple. He coughed up a lungful of gray dust, his sleepy eyes snapping wide open in absolute outrage.
