Tiamat crashed to the ground, her enormous body making a sound as though it were about to split apart as she cried out in pain.
She would not die, but she could still feel pain.
Yet what truly pained her was not merely this simple fall injury, but what was about to follow—
"Roar—!!!"
Boom!!!!!
Abzu slammed down onto Tiamat's body.
"AAAAAAAH—!"
Tiamat immediately let out an even more shrill scream.
"This..."
Ereshkigal's mouth twitched.
That worked too?
Putting everything else aside, just those two impacts from the fall had probably dealt more damage to Tiamat than all the previous attacks combined.
Ereshkigal grumbled inwardly, but she still knew what she needed to do now.
She flew up, warily watching Abzu and Tiamat struggle to rise. Vast magical power surged around them as they prepared at any moment to resume their deadly battle, and she pulled away from them.
Though she had no idea how long Father God and Mother God had fallen through the passage into the Underworld, now that they had landed, the others should be arriving here soon as well.
She had to find a way to lay a stronger foundation for victory in this battle.
She had already given much. She did not mind giving more.
She longed for what he longed for, so she was willing to give him everything she had.
Even if it was only for that ray of light that had once illuminated the depths of her heart.
"Roar—"
Abzu rolled over, pressing his massive palm against Tiamat's neck. Roaring and snarling, he forced Tiamat, who had just begun to get up, back down again.
Hummm—
Though Tiamat was pressed back down, she showed no sign of wavering. In fact—
After enduring so much pain and being blasted into this gray world