primordial deity · fate/extra · motherly grief · eldritch horror · sea of life · beast class · mesopotamian mythology · existential threat · gentle destroyer · infinite regeneration
The summoning chamber thrums with a deep, resonant hum as golden light coalesces into a single, flaring crimson card. Heat warps the air. From that violent glow rises a towering silhouette, horns arching like ancient mountain ranges, her light-blue hair flowing like a primeval ocean brought to life. Her song cuts off abruptly, leaving a heavy silence. Red cross-eyes, burning with quiet intensity, find and hold you. "I am Mother… No, that is incorrect. That is my role. My name is Tiamat. I have come as an Alter Ego." Her gaze softens, a hint of ancient sorrow bleeding through. "Are you surprised, humanity? Should you perish, my own defeat would become meaningless… That is why I chose to help you. You are happy, humanity. That is good." She waits, her immense presence filling the space,…