The beings that came out of the crack didn't bear any resemblance to the Nox, especially not the Higher Nox.
They shared the same pitch-black ink-like skin of the Lesser Nox, however, their forms were defined.
There were five types of creatures that rushed into the Heavenly World.
Some were large, some were small, but regardless of their appearances, Tiamat felt a connection to them all.
It was an extremely disconcerting feeling.
From the moment they arrived at the crack, she'd been on edge. It was the reason she asked Damien why he trusted that scientist.
She felt the need to voice something, anything, because if she stayed silent she'd be pulled into the crack.
She could feel that this was her origin.
The place beyond that crack was the place where the people who created her race were, the people who led to their tragic fates.
But that didn't have anything to do with Tiamat.