The Evil Scale Fortress, which in days past had ceaselessly cast boundless foul light toward the heavens, had grown dim and lusterless ever since the Saints' Calamity began a month ago and the rules of the world changed with it.
In recent days, every Chromatic Dragon within the fortress had watched uneasily as chains stretched from its depths in every direction, trembling without cease.
This was the manifestation of Tiamat's attempt to resist the rules of the world.
Like every other deity, Tiamat had no desire whatsoever to be forced to descend upon the Material Plane in the form of a Saint.
She had too many enemies, and she had been too overbearing for too many years. Once such a grave weakness was exposed, neither her sworn enemy Bahamut nor Gilgamesh, who remained of the Untheric Pantheon, would likely let such a fine opportunity slip away.
Thus, when Tiamat discovered that the one who had stirred up this divine calamity was none other than Tibilus—the one whose growth she had personally witnessed nearly a century ago, and whom she had more than once tried to bring under her wing as her Divine Favor—the Evil Scale remained silent for a long time in the depths of her fortress.
Ordinary people would likely find it difficult to comprehend how the female CEO of a dragon-power resources company, who loved her stocks as dearly as her life, felt when she discovered that the company she had once regarded so highly and tried to acquire through hostile takeovers, only to miss time and again, had—by the time she came to her senses—somehow already gone public through a backdoor listing!
Everyone else painstakingly managed every detail to gradually raise their stock price, but this one? On the very first day it went public, it directly