Kapitel 391: Checkmate For The Dragon Demon God

The surreal plane stretched endlessly before me, a twisted and chaotic expanse where time and space seemed to lose all meaning. Shards of rock floated aimlessly, suspended in the dark void, a constant reminder of the uncharted and unpredictable nature of this realm. The sky above was an inky black canvas, dotted with the faint glimmers of shattered stars, adding to the eerie and surreal quality of this place. Tiamat's alter ego stood a few paces away, her form twisted and monstrous, her eyes glinting with a dangerous, almost predatory light. She grinned, a cold and sinister smile that bore no warmth, only mockery and malice.

"You still think you can stand against me, Draven?" she taunted, her voice echoing through the emptiness, carrying with it the sound of a thousand whispers. Her laughter followed, harsh and biting, a sharp contrast to the cold silence that surrounded us, like the void itself was laughing along with her.