The sound of her voice cut through the chaotic winds like a blade, commanding and laden with the weight of ages. It was deep, resonant, and almost strangely calm, yet it held within it a power that defied any challenge. Tiamat spoke, and for the first time, I felt the full gravity of what we were dealing with.
"I see," she rumbled, her voice vibrating in my chest, as if she was speaking not just to me, but to the very world around us. Her wings folded in briefly before stretching out again, almost as if she was making a grand gesture.
"I am Tiamat, Dragon God of Chaos, the first embodiment of the abyss that gives birth and takes all. Chaos is what I am, and chaos is what you shall face."
The way she spoke, each word seemed almost methodical, deliberate, like a king addressing the peasants beneath her throne. Her gaze shifted, locking onto me, her eyes glinting with a strange curiosity.
"You," she said, her gaze piercing.