The darkness flowed forth from Kranath, wrapping up and around Azalea's arm and disappearing into her flesh.
Suddenly, her mind would lock to the world around, and it would be as if she were in a great, dark plane, surroundings barely visible with the absence of nothing more than Eldritch flames. Her senses would be assaulted with an overwhelming feeling of wrongness, her mind filled with heated whispers of hate, torment, and anguish. Wisps of darkness would flow all around her, indistinguishable in their form, but if one listened, they may surmise the whispers emanated from them.
In the darkness, a truly massive form would emerge, features difficult to distinguish - all that would be seen would be the outline of a truly titanic dragon, covered in mismatched spikes curved like blades. From its mouth emanated a soft, blue otherworldly fog, glowing slightly.
Above this was a massive pair of red eyes, burning bright as twin suns, filled with a malevolence and enough hatred to set the world aflame.
Then all would be silent, but for a mental voice in Azalea's mind, feminine and smooth as silk.
You are Azalea...You would seek to turn this tide away from the world...even now, I can see your goals as easily as I see my own....
The great dragon stalked forward one step, cleaning a distance that seemed unlikely in his abyssal space.
But you cannot resist...You will play as the second pawn in my conquest. I am Tiamat. And you will submit to me...
And then, like a great whirlwind, the darkness would be blown away, great dragon and all, to reveal reality once again.
Kranath held her hand still, unprivy to these proceedings. At arms length, he stared at her unblinkingly, waiting for her reaction, the transfer of power complete.
