"Ah, that's a problem," Van Dijk said, his voice low and thoughtful. He leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes narrowing as he processed the implications of the bishop's revelation.
The bishop perked up, his expression sharpening with interest. "You know something?" he asked, his tone eager.
Van Dijk nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, and it's not good. Azathoth is one of the older ones. He's mainly harmless and only affects those who dream. He had many followers back then—I'm sure you can find a couple of books in our private library at the academy to understand more about him. But there's a small problem when associating with him."
The bishop's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?" he asked, his tone sharp.