Death isn't kind. It never was and never will be. Yet death can be peaceful. However, there wasn't a sliver of peace in a world born from chaos. For chaos consumes everything, and Tiamut was the harbinger of chaos.
Those who dared to attack the dragon now knew, they were out of their wits to do so. What was supposed to be a quick and decisive battle had turned into an all-out war. They were afraid, but unlike the last time, they didn't give up. Well most of them didn't. They still had their weapons in hand but they couldn't move. It was as if their feet had grown attached to the ground, refusing to move. But in reality, it was all due to the murderous intent Tiamut was letting out.
