Deep at the seafloor, beneath the City-State, the ancient god stretched its tentacles into the real world, growing stronger each day in that indescribable darkness—
It was visible, its filthy, horrifying fleshly limbs were its physical form, icy and chilling to the bone, yet it was also formless, for its will had long ago crossed the dark abyss and penetrated the thick rocks and soil of the City-State, its unimaginable power continuously burrowing into this city and deeply piercing into the depths of the boiling gold mines.