In the distant sky, Tiamat's sinister gaze pierced through hundreds of kilometers, fixed directly on Cassius, with a tone that betrayed undisguised mockery and indifference.
"Cassius, my most rebellious and once most valued child, stop struggling. The boring game—should come to an end. I'll give you a swift and decisive conclusion."
The three-headed dragon flapped its wings, spanning thousands of meters, blocking out the sky and sun, stirring up a furious hurricane.
Swoosh—
The gale howled, dust and smoke filled the sky, and with just one wingbeat, Tiamat crossed dozens of kilometers, arriving above Cassius, the terrifying Dragon's Might causing the ground to crack.
Its form was larger than even the divine form of Kazuul, stretching several thousand meters long from head to tail, now resembling a floating mountain, casting an enormous shadow upon the earth, enveloping even Cassius in its vast shade.
