The King of Heroes!?

Lyan opened his eyes, blinking against the intense, pervasive whiteness that surrounded him. This place was unlike any he had ever seen. There were no walls, no ceiling, no ground—just an infinite expanse of white. It felt different from the time when he had been given the quest to kill Tiamat. He had no memory of entering such a place and found himself disoriented.

As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, a voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Hou... So you're the one called the Hero of The Two Realms..." The voice was arrogant yet charismatic, carrying a weight that bore down on Lyan with a pressure he had never felt before. It was a pressure that surpassed even what he had experienced facing the eight high spirits and might even be comparable to the malevolence of Tiamat.

Lyan's muscles tensed involuntarily, his body reacting to the overwhelming presence.