"If there's one thing I've learned from all of this, it's not to rule out anything as impossible. Infinity is just too broad a scope for that. Even if that other group did manage to wipe out Shub-Niggurath entirely from every possible reality across an infinite number of multiverses, we have no idea how interdimensionality accounts for time. What happened could have technically been before that happened." He sighs, unable to think about anything other than how bloody enchanted his mother would be about all of this. It's a wonder she didn't attempt anything similar.

"Anyway, Chloe. We can probably assume he means Chloe Albright, one of the cultists." Gerry rubs his jaw roughly, pensive, wracking his brain for memories of his trip to the past to watch Nyarlathotep's ritual. "Dark-haired woman, angular features, big scar across her face from having a wine glass smashed against her forehead. Intense. She was high on the chain of command, seemed like. Functioned as the de facto leader in the absence of those above her. Led the ritual. Severe and coy, always seemed to know more than everyone else, but angry underneath that composure. Never seen anyone fully human go from complete calm to violent rage and back again so quickly. It's unnerving to see someone like her so unraveled."