Mab's dream world quaked, and the pink sky splintered. The forests below burned until not even ashes remained. Rivers evaporated into smoke, thick and venomous enough to strangle life itself. Mountains sagged and collapsed, reduced to pools of scorched obsidian.
Amidst the desolation akin to the end of the world, frozen constructs, death energies, and dream powers entwined with the curses of a bitter fairy. "You fancy yourself wise? Absurd. You'll pay dearly for this insult, Adam."
Yet, she trembled. A single strike from Tiamat remodeled the entire region and... She looked down, biting her lip. Her gothic dress—a torn rag barely veiling her scorched skin. The butterfly wings that made her pride—vaporised... along with half her body.
But amidst the horror and unbearable sting, questions filled her mind. How had Adam imagined Tiamat for her to be this powerful? No, that was just that—imagination. In reality?
