Strax clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the figure that was slowly rising from the rubble. The dust around her began to swirl, being drawn to her body as if it were gravitating around a dormant divine core that was gradually beginning to awaken.
"You said I was Hades," he said, stepping forward. His voice was firm, but now there was a trace of harsh curiosity, almost a demand. "But who are you?"
The elf didn't answer.
She stood up straight, her head down, her silver and green hair covering part of her face. The runes around the clearing began to glow faintly, and the sound of the floating stone at the center of the shrine intensified - no longer melodic, but distorted, like a chant being sung from behind a sealed tomb.
Tiamat raised her hand, but hesitated. "Strax... she's collapsing some form of inner seal. She's... summoning something."
Ouroboros widened his eyes. "It's not possible..."
