The Clash of Clocks

The tension in the chamber escalated as Galliadra's anger flared, her human form quivering with the intensity of her emotions. I maintained my composure, refusing to be swayed by her outburst. Octavia's calming presence in my mind offered support, a silent reminder that I had to tread carefully if I wanted to bring about any change in Galliadra's perspective.

"Galliadra, I don't mean to compare you to Calishora in a negative light. I only seek to understand your individuality, beyond the influence of Tiamat," I said, attempting to diffuse the rising hostility.

She shot me a venomous glare, her golden eyes burning with resentment. "You seek to undermine the legacy of our great mother. I won't allow it!"

Suddenly, I was flung across the room to slam into the door I had entered from. I looked up at Galliadra, but her massive dragon form hadn't moved, or that was what it looked like.