XIII | Sthulhu
Free at last, Sthulhu flew.
But he did not fly as his captors had intended—for he had heard their exchange clearly, and knew they had fitted him with a beacon and expected him to fly straight away to his master ... and thus betray his position.
Instead, he flew directly past where his circuitry informed him his master was ... and beat his wings onward:
Toward the end of this new region, wherever it may lie (for only then would he remove the beacon, and he knew just how to do it, and return to his ferryman, having first set their pursuers on a false course). Toward the end of the River Dire ...
To the end, if need be, of Ursathrax itself.
Black Hole, White Fountain
