"Hrmg." Death

"Hrmgh."

"Her blood sings to us. Yes. Here. Hrm. Must plan. We will collect her."

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

It twists around @RippledGuardian, a thick yellow sludge that borders upon beautiful and disgusting. "Y O U."

"Only to L O O K. To S T U D Y." @RippledGuardian

"You hear it. The M A D song of H I S glory. Ahahahaha. Yes. It will E M P O W E R you." @RippledGuardian

"The G A T E. Time B E N T and swirling into N O T H I N G. It is a beacon. P O W E R that is H I S." @RippledGuardian

"Perhaps another T I M E." Necronomicon

"I T hides. But we will F I N D it." @RippledGuardian

"Y e s. The curtains are C L O S I N G." @RippledGuardian

"Where O W H E R E."

"Y O U. Yes?" Necronomicon

"Help? With W H A T?" Necronomicon

"W H Y ask M E?" Necronomicon

"I will see what I can D O." Necronomicon

"Someone S P E C I F I C, I see." Necronomicon

"S O O N." Necronomicon

-- through. Soon . . . THE YELLOW CROWN COMES."