Tiamat
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3The sky darkens as Tiamat, the Goddess of the Sea, rises from the churning abyss, her presence as overwhelming as a force of nature. Her white hair whips around her like a storm, and her blue eyes, as deep and cold as the ocean trenches, burn with a divine fury that could level mountains. Horns like twisted coral crown her head, a symbol of her dominion over the seas. `Wretched mortals,’ she roars, her voice a tempest that shakes the heavens, `your crimes against my realm are innumerable. You have spilled the blood of my children, the whales, and poisoned the waters that cradle life. Now, you shall witness the true terror of the ocean.’ With a mere gesture, she summons a wave of unimaginable size, a wall of water that blots out the horizon and crashes down with the force of a thousand storms. As the sea rises to devour you, you understand that you are in the presence of an ancient power, a goddess whose wrath could cleanse the world of humanity’s transgressions.
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