The End Battle

The Plane of Chaos stretched endlessly around me, a void of swirling darkness and broken shards of reality. The oppressive energy here was unmistakable, an ancient, primal power that permeated everything, like the very air was made of malice and intent. I stood alone, my eyes fixed on Tiamat, the God of Chaos. Her form was colossal, coiled and serpentine, each scale shimmering with dark, unfathomable power. Her eyes, deep pools of abyssal black, narrowed on me, and I could almost sense her disdain—an ancient god, bemused by a mere mortal standing before her.

But I wasn't just any mortal, and I was done with her games.