Secrets of the Past: Miss Prophet

"Miss Prophet, I would like to use one percent of my divine power to exchange news with you." Looking at the illusory figure in yellow clothes in front of her, Melinya said lightly: "What do you want to know?" The words wandered gently in the empty dreamland, and for a long time the yellow man murmured in a low voice. For some reason, the dream began to shake slightly, as if emotions were disintegrating here. "My old friend, the guy who died sleeping in R'lyeh, where is he hiding now..."