Cain and Bahamut had never seen this form before, but the moment they laid eyes on her, they knew who she was.
"Tiamat!" The Lord of Ages roared, his previously aloof expression twisted into raw fury.
He was an ancient entity, a being before whom trillions bowed in fear and reverence. It had been so long since he had bled, he had nearly forgotten the color of his own blood. And now, seeing it spill once more, his fury ignited like a dying star roaring back to life.
"Hmph. You dare to roar like that in my presence?" Rather than cower or restrain herself in the face of the Lord of Ages' wrath, Tiamat roared back—louder, fiercer, and with even more unshakable power.
Her aura surged, expanding across the sky, enveloping the world in a blinding radiance that seemed to stretch endlessly. Lightning crackled in her wake, space trembled, and the very fabric of reality seemed to bow before her presence.
