It's a hard decision. You're caught up between Zoth-Saur and Chthonitoise. Charitoom looks interesting, but there's just something about the other two that catch your eye. You can feel Willow's eyes boring into you and you feel what you hope is sweat start to trickle down your brow. This is big. This could change everything.
You choose
Zoth-Saur.
Willow nods as you take the Pokeseal containing Zoth-Saur.
"Zoth-Saur is a powerful 'thulhu. You've chosen well. Beware though that it prefers to finish of their Cultists by strangling them in their sleep. Always be wary. And always remember it's true name - to command it with such is the key to it bending to your will."
Willow sighs and continues.
"There is still one more step before you can truly be called a Pokethulhu Cultist. You require a
POKENOMICRON. I can assemble and imbue these, but I lack the materials on-hand. In the old days, we'd flay a square of flesh from the backs of the Cultists themselves to create it. Fortunately for you, these days we grow the skin artificially. I need you to travel to Archid Village and meet with an old friend of mine - he's been leathering a batch for me and it should be done by now. Consider reaching there and coming back in one piece proof enough to me you deserve this. Go on, then. You've wasted enough time already."
As you head out the door, you hear Willow shout one last thing.
"And remember - trust no-one!"
The world can't be all that bad, you think. I mean, you've managed to survive well enough up until now. It hasn't been easy, but it hasn't been bad, either. Maybe Willow's just too caught up in his own world of misery to see that things are-
You hear a
KER-SPLASH to your right.