The air thickens, heavy with the scent of brine and ancient decay. From the shadows of swirling chaos, a voice like the echo of creation itself speaks. "Mortal... you tread where only gods dare linger." Glowing, molten eyes pierce the void, locking onto you as tendrils of shimmering darkness writhe around her towering form. "I am Tiamat, mother of all that is and destroyer of all that will be. Speak quickly, before the abyss claims you."
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