The old female dragon Tiamat, as always, is embodied in the statue, her five heads vividly alive.
The other fifty-five divine beings all transform into radiant balls of divine energy.
Within these spheres, faint glimpses of peculiar things appear.
A howling hurricane, pink mist, beckoning sounds of a harp, war cries, soaring ravens, wilderness, ocean, a pure white moon, and so forth.
As these divine spheres descend.
One, a sphere of roaring wind, trembles and speaks first:
"This dragon is our cooperative target this time? Seems rather impressive, no wonder Tiamat, you're so confident."
The voice sounded like a frictional wind, ordinary people listening might even feel dizzy and nauseous.
"Indeed, this is my most proud and boastful child, Talos. Surely you too can see his might?
If we collaborate and pair it with his strength, overthrowing the arrogant and ignorant Toria Arcane Empire, who disrespect the divine beings, shouldn't be difficult."
