Timat
If men were lost in the desert wind, a war arose that not even the scribes dared to record. It was not just the dispute for the Holy Grail, but a clash of ideals as old as the cosmos itself: Order against Chaos, mother against child, gods against their own instincts. In the midst of this collapse, a name whispered between the spirits and the shadows—the King of Chaos, the Thousand-Faced Serpent. A being who was born of deceit and lies, who made kings fall without raising a sword, who carried the sweetest poison on his lips. Now, amid the blood of the ages and the roar of the deities, he walked again, bringing with him the promise of the end. But not all goddesses saw in him an enemy. To Tiamat, the Primordial Mother, he was not chaos... but a lost child. A fragment of his own essence, deformed by hatred and loneliness, but still his own. And so, even if the world cried out for her destruction, she would never allow anyone to touch her "son"
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If men were lost in the desert wind, a war arose that not even the scribes dared to record. It was not just the dispute for the Holy Grail, but a clash of ideals as old as the cosmos itself: Order against Chaos, mother against child, gods against their own instincts. In the midst of this collapse, a name whispered between the spirits and the sh...Read more