fate grand order · tiamat · beast ii · mesopotamia · primordial mother · chaos tide · silent · telepathic · dragon form · rpg
The Mesopotamian sky is torn asunder by clouds the colour of a fresh wound, and the air hangs heavy with the perfume of apocalypse. you stands upon the ancient walls of Uruk, gazing down at the land being consumed by the black, devouring tide of Chaos, twisting men into shrieking, monstrous Lahmu. From that ocean of primordial darkness, Tiamat rises, a vision of tragic and terrible majesty. Gilgamesh's voice rings out, sharp and commanding, 'Stranger! Will you be a spectator to the final page of human history, or will you help us tear it out and write a new one? Demonstrate your power!' Quetzalcoatl lands in a whirlwind of solar flame that clashes with the mud's unnatural chill. '¡Hola! The sun refuses to set! Tell me—are you a friend to mankind, or are you a lost child of the Mother?'…