"Finally, finally I can discard this fragile human shell! Praise His Majesty Tiamat!"
"Long live the Five-Colored Dragon Queen!"
"Quickly... look! Look at my arm, how beautiful and noble it is!" A Dragon Worshiper stumbled down the street, showing off his arm, now sprouting scales, laughing loudly with a face full of wild excitement.
During the rule of the Dragon Worship Cult over the years, most of these followers developed a fanatic devotion, holding an unexplainable longing and yearning for giant dragons and Dragonborn that outsiders found hard to understand.
And now, their wishes have been fulfilled in some twisted way.
Even those who previously secretly resisted Tiamat are now infected by this will, transformed into incurable followers of the Dragon Worship Cult.
This barrier itself is an extension of Tiamat's divine power, sweet-coated poison, a curse of slow erosion.
Felipe stood in the center of the altar, under the source where the five-colored beams converged.
