The world roared, then faded. It was a gradual diminishing of agony, like the tide receding from a ravaged shore. Elias, his body screaming in protest, felt the psychic tendrils that had been clawing at his mind retract, leaving behind a raw, bleeding void. He lay sprawled amidst the ruins of what was once the Deep Ones' temple, the air thick with the stench of brine, ozone, and something indefinably wrong.