This summer… In a worllld local pub for the Timeless - those creatures who “go bump in the night”, one of their all-time legends has had enough with the noise. Silent & inert for untold centuries, low-key doing the mortal world a favor, Ryleth’s own prodigal son is about to bump back.

Seconds stretch beyond measure (or, are those years) as reality herself thins and warps around his unfurling form, her infinite roots ripped free like uncountable dark birds thundering from a field — while Cthulhu, rising from the dust of all lost ages, finally wakes to bend the cosmic plow to his will & his works…

Isn’t that a mountain in Iceland?