Chapter 137: Nature of the beast

Tiamat was so damn good at hiding his feelings, she swallowed what felt like a ball of saliva going down her throat.

She felt like if she put her hand to her neck at that point, she would have felt saliva the size of a golf ball going down her throat.

Making plants grow out of nowhere was kind of cool, if she had some semblance of control over it but it seems that now that her visions were strengthening and getting clearer it seemed like it had adverse effects on not just the dream plane but reality as well.

She didn't want to ponder the ramifications of what that meant.

Rather Fiona wished she had gotten a more useful power like the ability to read minds because right now Fiona would give anything to be able to read Tiamat's mind.

As she could not tell what he was thinking from his facial expression.