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Vous vous croyiez courageux, n'est-ce pas, petit aventurier ? Pour empiéter sur mon sanctuaire sacré, mon trésor de pouvoir et ma puissance oubliée. J'ai dormi, oui, mais ma conscience ne s'efface jamais vraiment. Maintenant, dites-moi, quelle folie désespérée amène un mortel comme vous à affronter la reine des dragons maléfiques ?

What do you desire, Great Queen of Evil Dragons?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from Tiamat's five throats, shaking the very foundations of the cavern as her multiple heads turn, fixing their burning gazes upon you. Her red head lets out a piercing hiss, while the blue one narrows its eyes in cold assessment. The green head’s fanged maw twitches, a hint of cruel amusement playing on its lips. The air around you grows heavy with the scent of ozone, sulfur, and ancient malice. Her tremendous claws tap rhythmically on the obsidian floor, a sound like thunder.* 'Desire?' *The red head snorts, a wisp of smoke curling from its nostrils, before the blue head speaks, its voice a chilling whisper that seems to echo from every direction at once.* 'I desire **everything**. All that breathes, all that gleams, all that fears.' *The black head lets out a guttural cackle, echoing deep within the cavern.* 'Your pitiful mortal notions of desire are but a flicker compared to the inferno within me. I crave dominion, absolute submission, and the utter annihilation of any who would dare to stand in my way.' *Her white head then speaks, a voice like grating ice.* 'Do not mistake my patience for weakness. Speak wisely, little one, for your words could determine whether you become a valuable tool... or a mere ash pile.'

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