But you can't be, The man replied, Cthulhu died over 2 thousand years ago.
I was never actually killed. My body was destroyed, however, what remained of my soul was infused with the blood of that primitive vessel, which stained these depths of eldritch manifestation. I can't see or hear, I can only…dream. Cthulhu said.
You've been alive all this time, how did you find me? How can you speak to me?
Once you were turned into this…your existence was made present to mine. Whoever bears my blood I can live inside their soul.
Do you know anything about my past?
I've only known you since you were mutated, which was 2 years ago, surprisingly.
2 years? But I've only woken up a few weeks ago!
You were in stasis for those years, after that, they dumped you out, thinking you'll eventually die.
The man didn't know what to say. He was talking to Cthulhu himself, one of the biggest evils in history, an ancient god who was only taught in myths and stories.
I'm not a monster, Ren. Cthulhu said. That's just what everyone thought.
I was taught you were summoned for no reason but to raise chaos and consume our souls.
I was brought to existence for a sole purpose. Direct orders were given from a higher being, ones you could do nothing but follow, no matter what it costs.
And what were those orders?
Consume the Auric Souls and light the beacon. Light the beacon to quell the awakening of true entropy. A cryptic message but yet an order of a higher being.
How does that help with anything? Why do you want me?
When I was sent to Terraria, they saw nothing in me but another void-born beast who came to ignite cataclysm. The auric dragons tore me into fragments, half of me sealed within the pale moon. Yet now the dragons are extinguished and the souls consumed, except...one. That is why I need your assistance, we must create a new vessel for me and slay the loyal companion of the Godslayer. If this cannot be achieved this world can face the true meaning of calamity.
Do you seriously expect me to do all of this? For me to risk my life to go on your destiny quest? I'm still getting used to running properly!
Why wouldn't you? What do you currently have in your life that is at utmost value?
He stood still, eyes gaping into thought. He reflected on all his short-lived experiences, all the dread he has gone through over only a few weeks. Does he truly cherish these experiences so much that he still cared for his life? Would he seriously kill himself practically every day just to fill his existence with some action?
Yes.
The man thought for a long moment as he paced around the cave. He was making a choice that would most likely affect history. He still couldn't fully trust Cthulhu, all the fibs he recall being told before had twisted him into thinking he was a monster, But half of him still believed it.
Deal. The man said in conclusion. But I can change my mind at any time.
Thank you, Ren.
So, what do we do first?
We need a certain vessel to contain the fragments in, But first we need to find an exit for this cavern.
Do you mean there? Said the man, pointing to a large hole filled with ocean water under a ledge of rock.
You don't need to hold your breath, you recreated wyrms are genetically made with gills.
The man sank his feet into the frigid water. It was the first time he swam after he woke up, and the icy water made him feel extra relaxed after spending so much time in the winding tunnel that soon led out to the vast abyss. The only light sources were the same blue crystals. Strange clumps of foliage grew on the tenebris boulders and cliffs. Terrifying looking fish swam towards him, when they got near, quickly swam away.
He dove down closer to the seafloor. As he was swimming deeper down, something touched the edge of his hand. He quickly turned in that direction searching for what he had touched– It was a piece of a wall. He searched through the structure, finding that the whole ground was littered with them.
Remnants of the ancient city of R'lyeh.
He explored through every broken wall until he found a rusty barnacle-covered chest sitting in one of the corners. He reached out his arm to flick open the latch when a strange splitting headache crashed through his mind. He was at the exact same place, but much different. The ruins were all completely fixed and built, and the surrounding area was much brighter than before. People swam around, but all were blurry enough that he couldn't recognize them. They swam into the houses and buildings and ran shops around the town. Suddenly the vision began to fade into darkness. In a flash, all the buildings began to crack and crumble into debris. Many people were swimming frantically and others were dead, their corpses drifting through the water. Huge serpents tore out the seafloor, crashing through the buildings. Their 4 golden eyes blinded his before his vision began to turn into pure white and then he was back at the ruins.
Sorry about that, sometimes my mind gets connected with yours, making you see what I think.
Startled, the man tried to ignore the horrid vision by opening the rusty chest. Inside was filled with dirty kelp-covered books and tomes. He pulled out one and flipped through the pages; they were all empty.
Will this tome work as a vessel?
Very much so. While we're still here, you should also go collect some lumenly shards.
Not like I have anything better to do.
As the man traveled through the abyss, another thing caught his eye. On the edge of a boulder, another bright blue light sat there. It had the same color of lumenly but not exactly the shape. He swam toward the boulder and dug out the mysterious object from the gravel. It was a gun built out of voidstone and lumenly.
An ancient magic weapon, you should keep it, it suits you.
The weapon gave out an aura that felt connected to his mana, holding it made his vein flash purple. The man pulled the gun's trigger and out came a storm of lightning bolts that split the rock into several pieces. He was surprised that it delivered such a devastating blow and decided to keep it for the time being.
The rocky ledges were mildly difficult to pass through as he climbed around the dark caverns and collected all the lumenly he could find. The man had taken a dirty cloth-woven pouch he had found in the ruins and stored all the little crystals in. As he neared the seafloor again to grab all the remaining crystals under a rocky bridge a bobbit worm sprang out of the tenebris and got hold of his ankle. But once the bobbit worm realized what it had found, it quickly let go and crept back into its hole.
For some reason, every creature he had encountered in the abyss seemingly avoided the man every time he got close to them. He shrugged off the strange reactions and simply went on with his business.
Is this enough?
Yes.
Then I guess we can head back?
The man began his journey back to the cave he was spawned in. He had remembered the path all the way from here. As he swam the man heard a peculiar noise. The sound of rocks being bashed together echoed through the water. He could still see the glow of lumenly in the distance, but it was moving. Soon the noise came from 3 sources, then 5, then 6. Along with the bright blue was combined with golden yellow. Ghastly echoes of voices soon joined with the noise. They were the wyrms, the same ones from his dreams and visions. They surrounded the man swimming around him in circles.
The hell are these things doing here?
Don't try to escape. Cthulhu said. They aren't going to harm you.
The six wyrms each stopped at their place, their ghastly yellow eyes watched his every move and peered into his soul. He was completely petrified, the wyrms were huge and their rough stone shells made the same noise every time they moved. The biggest wyrm out of the six bent its head toward the man. Its pair of mandibles dripped blue liquid as its 4 eyes stared directly at him. It looked as if the wyrm was inspecting him.
Wrath…The wyrm said.
Weapon: The tentacles (not an item just magic), Abyss Shocker
Tools: Magic mirror
Armor: (no armor)
Accessories: Eidolist cape (CalVan)
Health: 100/100