Tiamat's Ritual

The next moment, the Illusion of the Five-Headed Great Dragon surged from that shattered heart, blocking Kazur and shielding him from Keosius's dragonfire.

Keosius's face instantly twisted with fury as he roared, "Tiamat, do you think you can stop me from killing this Red Dragon just by intervening? The Dragon Worship Cult is about to fall, and your plans have already failed!"

Tiamat's ten eyes watched Keosius, gleaming with greed and mockery.

"Keosius, you are celebrating far too early. Truly worthy of being my most arrogant and rebellious child. But—"

Her gaze suddenly turned icy. Unconcealed killing intent shone from those deep vertical pupils as five-colored divine radiance engulfed the sky, instantly sweeping away Keosius's dragonfire.

"You are also the most reckless of traitors!"

Accompanied by an Earth-Shattering roar and exploding air, that overwhelming pressure of divine might swept through the heavens like raging wind and rain, like stormy waves, madly crushing the space around Keosius. It left him struggling to breathe, gripped by fear rising from the depths of his soul.

"What an outrageous pressure."

Keosius's entire body trembled involuntarily as he muttered under his breath.

This was one of the most powerful dragons in the entire multiverse, the Mother Goddess of all chromatic dragons, the shared deity of evil Dragonborn—the Lord of Ten Thousand Scales, Mother of Evil Dragons, the Five-Colored Dragon Queen Tiamat!

Back when he had been in Avernus, even after wielding the authority of that plane and becoming equivalent to a deity of one layer of Hell, he could only barely endure beneath Tiamat's divine might, trembling in fear.

Let alone Tiamat descending in her true form—even if she merely descended upon the Prime Material Plane by possessing Kazur, she was not an opponent a dragon who had only just entered demigodhood could overcome.

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