*Enters in a non-euclidean geometried Palace*
*The palace if full of strange crustacean-like creatures, black wings, head with antennae all over it, backwards legs. They all look to Omega*
I'krah, I'krah mi-gos. Gt'ree, dra'tchoo s'wreh Fhtagn, Pklah'dro nakatanaa, Teklatros!
*The creatures produce a riot, when a mighty and ancient growl stops them*
*From out of the palace, a ginormous creature, as big as a mountain, looking pretty much like an iridiscent intricacy of tentacles and eyes, approaches the palace*
*Omega looks at the creature*
Ia, Ia Yog-Sothoth!