High above the cosmos, in the infinite gulf of the Void, Azathoth registered the satisfactory completion of its first strategic move.
The initial chaotic bombardment was successful.
Through the cosmic lens of the Book, it had observed the frantic, organized response of the Hyperverse.
Hades had immediately diverted his most capable forces, Michael and the angelic legions, the magically supreme Egyptian gods, to the frontiers, forcing the Anchor to expend his consolidated power on defensive stabilization.
The Hyperverse was stressed, its resources stretched thin dealing with phenomena that defied its established laws.
Perfect.
Azathoth's only goal now was to wait for the constant, corrosive chaos to push Hades to the brink, maximizing his power before the final devouring.
With that passive objective set, the immense, formless entity retracted its focus.
