It was at the profound and dark sea bottom, beneath the City-State, the ancient god extended Its tentacles into the real world, growing day by day in that indescribable darkness—
It was visible; those filthy, terrifying fleshly limbs were Its corporeal form, cold, sending shivers down one's spine, but It was also formless, for Its will that spread upwards had already crossed the dark abyss and penetrated the heavy rocks and soil of the City-State, Its unimaginable power drilling into this city and deeply piercing into the depths of this boiling gold mine over the past fifty years, or perhaps even longer.