The Towers of the Manufactured Newborn rose high above the Earth. A canopy of metal and flesh was spread between them, blocking the nothingness that was still spreading across the universe. The materials used in the construction were the only sign that anything had ever lived on the planet. Apart from them, the entire globe had been turned into a barren wasteland.

This was the home that Nyarlathotep returned to. The sight of such devastation across a familiar planet was shocking at first. But that shock was pushed aside by the feeling of being back in the multiverse she belonged to. This wasn’t some tiny pocket universe made from the corpse of a Fear. This was a real universe. Everything there felt right. The laws of physics, chemistry, energy… it all worked exactly as it should there. She breathed in deep, feeling the oxygen molecules flowing through her. Small flames cracked at her feet as she breathed in, and crystals of ice appeared in the air as she exhaled. She raised her right hand up, index finger pointing like a gun at the Newborn’s ceiling.

“Bang.”

The canopy crumbled apart, letting sunlight stream down on Nyarlathotep. She basked in its glow for a minute, letting the familiar warmth caress her. But only for a minute. Then it was time to do what she had come to do.

Nyarlathotep lifted herself into the air and took off toward the closest tower, moving faster than any mortal eye would have been able to follow. As she approached, the Tower tried restructuring itself. It molded metal and flesh into guns and other defenses that lined the sides of the Tower. But it was too slow. Nyarlathotep’s sword cut it in two and she flew off before the first gun was even formed. The other Towers fared little better. Nyarlathotep crossed the Earth in seconds, tearing down every Tower in her way.

Soon, only one remained. It had begun changing the moment Nyarlathotep arrived in the universe, and by the time she reached it, was bristling with rockets, anti-air guns, and even several exotic looking weapons she didn’t recognize. The defenses seemed impenetrable.

Instead of continuing her head on attack, Nyarlathotep stopped and raised her hands up to the sky. She held that pose for some time, without moving. Nothing seemed to be happening. Nothing… until it became clear that the moon was slowly growing larger in the sky. The ground began to shake as the moon grew closer. Cracks appeared along the moon’s surface, and a large chunk broke off and fell toward the Tower. More chunks broke apart, and soon all the shards were raining down at that single location. The force of their impact should have been enough to devastate the entire surface of the Earth. But Nyarlathotep had other intentions. When the first shard of the moon hit the Tower, she controlled the energy released by the impact to prevent it from spreading outward. Instead, she reflected it back toward the Tower, striking it with the force of impact over and over. As the rest of the pieces hit, the space around the Tower became a vortex of destruction as the crust of the Earth was torn off and a pillar of fire and magma soared into the air. Nyarlathotep cackled as the burning light roared into the sky, obliterating the Tower.

When the fires and energy finally died down, all that was left was a perfectly circular crater. Nyarlathotep landed at the edge, and looked down. An infant made of gears and iron lay at the center, wailing with a harsh metallic noise. A cruel smirk appeared on Nyarlathotep’s face. She jumped into the crater, and stabbed her sword into the Manufactured Newborn. With that blow, the last Fear dissolved away.

Filled with joy, Nyarlathotep bounded out of the crater. She twirled across the empty wasteland, howling with laughter toward the broken sky. The Fears were gone. Now only one opponent remained…

As if summoned by the thought of it, a black branch broke out from under the ground at the center of the crater. It grew with incredible speed, as a familiar black tree rose from the ground. Nyarlathotep had to fly back to avoid being caught up in the growth, as huge roots tore across the ground. When the tree had reached its full height, it had grown so tall that it blocked out the sun. And then, its branches began to move aside, revealing the Slender Man.