Nyx glared at the grime beneath her claws, frustration etched into every scale. The air was thick with the scent of old magic and cleaning potions, swirling around her as if mocking her mundane task.
"There must be more to me than this," she muttered, casting a longing glance at the spellbooks stacked high on the shelves.
Nyx hesitated only for a moment before tilting the vial to her lips. The room trembled as she drank, her silhouette rippling with unnatural energy.
"Let the world see my true power," she declared, her voice echoing with newfound authority.
The pain was exquisite, yet exhilarating. Her dragon wings tore through her cloak, growing larger and more imposing, darkening the room with their shadow. Poisonous smoke swirled from the cauldron, drawn into her chest as she absorbed the heart of venom itself.
Each tentacle and fin moved with grace, transforming her into a vision of terror and beauty. The chamber is now shrouded in swirling shadows, and the symbols on the wall pulse with dark energy.
"Bow before your queen," Nyx intoned, her voice resonating with the promise of ruin.
The subjects tremble, both in awe and fear, as she ascends the throne forged from obsidian and bone. Her tentacled dress drapes elegantly around her, the fins fluttering like banners in a storm.
"From this day, the world shall know the reign of Nyx, the evil queen goddess of dragons," she proclaimed, her words sealing her destiny.
Dragons soar through the stormy skies, their roars echoing her command. Magic pulses through the realm, reshaping it in her image—a world ruled by the dragon goddess whose power is matched only by her ambition.
Nyx smiled, her heart now beating with venom, her dreams of cleaning long forgotten beneath a tide of darkness and glory.
