The towering saurian shaped the indecipherable whisper of its next words with such profound gravitas that the reality encircling them all seemed to quiver and attenuate like a soap bubble stretched to its cosmic limits.

"Be thou gone from this demesne, Profane Unseeing One. Thy foulness shall not be indulged to propagate beyond the star-blooms of its conception."

With that eldritch proclamation reverberating through the unseen strata undergirding all of creation, the impossibly vast entity directed its shielding bulk fully toward the crouched pariah beast.

But the Watcher had no intention of ceding the kill so promptly.

In a blur of slavering jaws and flexing, sinuous musculature, it sprang upright...