The silence of the monstrosity in front of you was abysmal.

It of course, was the old god: Gro-Goroth. Somehow in the flesh. Not his traces, but the true one.

He spoke with a rudimentary and uncaring tone.

“….sPEaK yOuR rEAsoNinG fOr tHe TrEsPASs oN mY dOmAIn.”

His voice was oddly misleading, multiple voices all in one, and the faint noises of quiet groaning between each voice.

Yet the old god did not enjoy your presence whatsoever.