While Conan treks the Stygian dessert and Queen Sullimma prepares her unknown task, three mystics, all from different parts of Hyboria, mutter the same foul name in three different languages – “Soggoth…” The three have frightful visions of the future that bring them to the brink of madness, all while screaming the vile name.

Conan is still a thief at heart and while saving the trio from murder, he still calls out for their valuables. The stranger reveals himself as Vitellus, a priest of Mitra with whom Conan had once adventured. Vitellus tells his former partner of their plan to ride south to stop the actions of the foul cult. He reminds the Cimmerian that evil shrines or temples almost always offer the promise of loot. The thief in Conan cannot say no.

As Conan and his group set up camp two days away from the Fingers, they are visited at night by a group of outsiders – bushmen sent from their shaman to stop an ancient evil, Sodatha. The group recognizes Vitellus as a holy man and by showing their own symbol of Mitra, prove their goal is the same as Conan and his group as they join forces.

As the band of pilgrims reaches sight of the dreaded Fingers of Sehdoula, riders approach. Stygian cavalry confronts the band and command them to throw down their symbols of Mitra in a land that only worships Set. Vitellus refuses to comply and tells Conan he would rather die first. As the holy man seeks to bargain with the followers of Set, Conan drives his own hard bargain, and his shoulder, into the lead rider, toppling him from his horse. “Follow me, bushmen!” the Cimmerian bellows as he leads them into the fray. Spear and sword mix with horse and dust as the melee swirls and Conan and his hearty band claim victory, new mounts and disguises.

Meanwhile, Queen Sullimma prepares her ritual. Her chosen four scale the stairs leading to the top of the Fingers. Conan and his group have also reached the area and see the beginning stages of a foul act that threatens the entire world. As the act begins, the chosen four are given an elixir to drink and then tied to stakes. As incantations are recited, one of them screams and bursts into flames, his chest erupting like an inferno.

Conan prepares to climb the nearest spire as Vitellus hands him a bag of water to quench the evil fires. The Cimmerian and his followers easily dispatch a single guard, but midway up the spire, the sky transforms and begins to ripple and swirl. As darkness quickly envelops the starry sky, it once again transforms into a bright flash of nightmare – the spires jut from a stagnant sea and planets appear almost within hand reach.

The world turns mad as the foul god Yog Sothoth appears – a grotesque mass of tentacles, ichor and a thousand mouths. Conan tries to fight the abomination, but after seeing two companions fall, he remembers his goal to reach the top of the spire and quench the fire. As Sullimma dances, the boy Hrotha enters the circle and grabs his sister’s hand. She sees his visions and screams in terror.

As Conan prepares to dump his bag of water onto the roaring flames, a priest tries to stop him. After throwing the Stygian from the peak, the Cimmerian is again stopped, as Yog Sothoth’s slithering tentacles wrap around his leg. The barbarian is lifted and pulled closer to one of the foul god’s mouths, and Conan desperately hurls the bag of water at the raging fire.