The sheer presence of Primordial Tiamat pressed down on the White Blooded offspring.
Raspy and Sloppy stopped breathing entirely, their mouths hanging open in paralyzed awe. Big Arms, for the first time in her life, looked small. Her massive shoulders trembled, not from cold, but from the primal realization that she was standing before the apex predator of existence.
Only Knots remained standing with a semblance of dignity, though his knuckles were white as he gripped the hem of his ceremonial robes. His mind was screaming, trying to calculate the mana density of the eleven heads, but the math kept coming up as "Infinite."
"I–I…"
He stammered, his voice trembling despite his effort to remain composed.
"I never imagined that the mere presence of Tiamat could possess such magnitude…"
His eyes lifted slowly, trying, failing, to comprehend the colossal monster beyond the fog.
