"Die, die, you despicable Red Dragon. Your soul will become my treasured toy, your body my puppet. I will keep you alive to witness it all, hahaha,"
The Nightmare-formed Tiamat eagerly extended her mountain-sized massive claw, pressing it down onto Karon's body with a slap.
"Is this my deepest fear?" Karon frowned, somewhat unable to comprehend, but in the next moment, his mouth opened, revealing fangs, and wild laughter erupted from his throat.
The body of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen Tiamat, condensed from the Nightmare's spiritual essence, silently disintegrated at the moment of its final formation. This was not due to the influence of any external power but Karon's internal fear, unrelated to Tiamat.
Or rather, Karon had never truly feared this Dragon God; he only held awe for stronger power.
Yet, the Nightmare's consciousness snapped out of its momentary triumph, its spiritual essence scattered, restoring its twisted shapeless form.
