The plane around me was collapsing. The endless, chaotic void was losing its coherence, fragmenting into shards of darkness, twisting and turning as if even reality itself was being undone. But all of that was secondary to the sight before me. Tiamat's alter ego was ensnared, trapped within the interlocking magic circles I'd prepared. She struggled, the once-proud and overwhelming aura now faltering, flickering like a dying flame.
Her form wavered, the outlines of her body shimmering and breaking as the talismans drained her power, pulling every ounce of energy into the massive magic circles beneath us. I could feel the energy pulsing, raw and searing, as it began to surge into me. It wasn't just power—it was a primal force, dark, ancient, and insidious, clawing at me with a relentless hunger.
