Tiamat's laughter slowly subsided, leaving a smooth, heavy silence in the dark expanse.
She leaned back against her stone throne, her luminous purple eyes fixed on him with a look that seemed to weigh his entire being.
"You have a remarkably practical mind, Liam," she said, her voice dropping into a calmer, rhythmic cadence. "Most who discover the truth about their origin are immediately consumed by anger. But you look at the universe and simply calculate its utility."
"Anger doesn't fix broken things. Neither does two wrongs make a right. War of vengeance would only reenact history," Liam replied simply. He felt completely steady now, the initial pressure of her bloodline presence settling into a quiet, mutual resonance. "Right now, I need to know what I truly need to do to fix everything. You said I have to leverage the resources of all three universes to forge the new law gears. How do I start?"
