Froth and foam follow Phathanoiac where it roams. It is a mass of tentacle, claw, segmented legs, eyes, and mouths. It is constantly mutating. It is twisting and roiling and reshaping and changing forever. Most never see it; they merely see the froth and foam. Its voice is the cackle of something breaking and rattling.

It has many, many powers, all of which vary wildly as it mutates, but in general, its tentacles cause mutations in others, its claws alter reality, its eyes blast entropic energy in waves, and its mouths are teleporting gates into the Abyss or other infernal realms.

Its followers have random powers based on the mutations and whims of their twisted master. They often can teleport themselves, command Avagenian eyes, and polymorph anything randomly. But mostly, they can move through reality as if it were optional.

Phathanoiac represents chaos, the primordial froth that all decays back into, the entropic. It represents the disorder that destroys and devours and makes unpredictable all that is.

In the last War of the Gods, the mafi girma cast it into the deepest part of the oceans and sealed it there.