Boom!
A whirlwind of dragon flames descended from the sky, striking the mercenary ship on the sea like a raging storm.
"Abandon ship!"
"Run for your lives…!"
Brilliant orange mixed with azure dragonfire burst into bloom, instantly igniting the broad deck. Flames engulfed the catapults and hundreds of mercenaries, trapping them in a sea of fire.
"Dreamfyre, dragonflame!"
Helena's small face was tense as she shouted from the dragon's back.
"Hiss… Gah!"
Dreamfyre flapped its wings with agility, spinning midair as a sweep of dragonfire scorched the mercenary ship before it soared higher into the sky.
Below, the mercenary ship was ablaze, its three sails completely burned away.
Mercenaries, their bodies consumed by flames, screamed as they leaped into the sea, desperately paddling toward the harbor in a frantic escape.
At the port, Jello was overjoyed and immediately shouted, "The dragon is here! Defend the harbor at all costs!"
From the watchtower, Jenny watched the pale blue dragon soaring through the night sky and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
A single dragon was enough to decide the outcome of a small naval battle.
"Dragonflame!"
Helena looked down at the burning ship below, her face pale as she continued to give orders.
It was her first time officially stepping onto the battlefield, and in a rush of adrenaline, she had charged in recklessly.
Commanding a dragon to burn ships… it was exhilarating.
"Roar…!"
Dreamfyre, wise beyond its years, glided effortlessly over the sea, occasionally diving down to spew more dragonfire.
After a few repeated attacks, most of the mercenaries who had jumped into the water had been burned alive.
Woo… woo… woo…
Near Crab Bay, the battle lines were becoming clear.
The mercenary fleet pressed forward relentlessly, scattering the defending ships as they pushed past the wreckage of sunken vessels toward the port.
Seeing the dragon wreaking havoc in the sky, the blood-soaked Peremon roared in fury, "Prepare the scorpion ballistae! Bring that dragon down!"
More than twenty intact warships raised their scorpion ballistae, loading massive bolts aimed at Dreamfyre.
"Fire!!"
With the sound of mechanical clicks, steel spears shot through the air, cutting off the pale blue dragon's escape routes.
Dreamfyre had barely noticed when a steel spear grazed the edge of its wing.
"Hiss… Gah!"
The dragon let out a startled cry, rapidly flapping its wings to ascend higher and evade the incoming projectiles.
"Dreamfyre, be careful!"
Helena clung tightly to the dragon's back, squeezing her eyes shut in fear.
She had no experience in dragon-mounted combat, and instinctively, terror crept into her heart.
Dreamfyre dived into the thick clouds, temporarily evading the assault with its rider.
Moments later, the dragon nosedived, rolling midair before releasing another blast of dragonfire.
The flames shot forth like a beam, scorching the sides of several warships in a row.
"Prepare the scorpion ballistae!"
Peremon raised his single-handed sword, pointing at the dragon soaring above.
In front of Seagull Tower.
"Roar…!"
A pained roar echoed through the air. The golden dragon twisted its massive body, writhing like a giant, shimmering eel.
Squelch!
A three-foot-long steel ballista bolt was yanked out, dripping with fresh blood, clattering to the ground.
Egon lay exhausted on the dragon's pale pink wing membrane, drenched in sweat as he tried to soothe it. "Sunfyre, it's okay… We just need to pull the bolt out."
The barbed tip had lodged deep into the dragon's bones, and it had to be removed with brute force.
"Hiss… Gah!"
A distant dragon cry echoed through the sky, filled with seething rage.
Egon's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and blurted out, "Helena?"
Straining his ears, he could hear the chaotic sounds of battle from the port a mile away.
Gulp…
Egon swallowed hard, pulling at his hair. "They should be able to hold them off, right?"
His duty was to patrol the upper half of the Narrow Sea and monitor Braavos' fleet movements.
But now that the enemy had launched a surprise attack on Seagull Town, he bore much of the responsibility.
"Roar…"
Sunfyre shook its massive head and growled, its wings pressing against the ground as it crawled forward sluggishly. Fresh, scorching red dragon blood stained one of its wings.
A dragon's weakness was typically just one thing—its eyes.
For young dragons, their bodies were not yet fully developed, and the scales on their wings were still thin and fragile, unable to withstand heavy military-grade ballistae at close range.
Sunfyre had lost itself in bloodlust, flying too low, and the mercenaries had accidentally found an opening.
"Hiss… Gah!"
Dreamfyre's furious roar echoed through the air.
Egon's heart pounded as he recalled the massive fleet he had encountered near the Three Sisters Islands.
He knew Seagull Town's defenses well—their forces were nothing compared to the enemy's.
A surge of fear crept into his mind, but he clenched his teeth and climbed onto Sunfyre's back.
"Sunfyre, fly!"
In a moment of crisis, he could not retreat. He dared not retreat.
That idiot little sister had no experience in dragon combat—she could not die to scorpion ballistae.
"Roar…!"
Sunfyre let out an irritated growl, its massive body slumping to the ground, exhaling heavily through its nostrils.
The pain in its wing infuriated it, and its instincts resisted its rider's command.
Listening to the relentless roars coming from the port, Egon paced anxiously, slapping the dragon's back.
"Sunfyre, get up! Hurry!"
Beyond the densely packed buildings of the town, thick smoke billowed over the bay, and the raging fire lit up the night sky.
The battle was fierce beyond imagination.
Crackle! A thunderclap exploded in the sky as dark clouds churned at the horizon, gathering storm and rain in a furious swell.
It was the height of July, and the coastal climate was stiflingly hot and humid.
A great fire burned, and the overcast sky soon turned to heavy rain.
Drizzle turned to downpour…
Raindrops, as large as beans, pelted down, drumming against both man and dragon.
"Hiss—screech!"
Dreamfyre let out a furious cry, her pale blue form descending through the clouds, charging toward the warships in the pouring rain.
The rain grew heavier, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rolling thunder.
Dreamfyre's flight altitude and the intensity of her dragonfire weakened significantly—she despised such foul weather by nature.
The mercenary ships sailed into the port, their scorpion ballistae tracking the dragon's low-altitude glide, launching volleys at her.
Rain lashed down in torrents, gradually extinguishing the flames consuming the wrecked ships, washing the bloodstained sea into a crimson haze.
Before the Seagull Tower, Aegon stood drenched, pounding against Sunfyre's scales as he shouted, "Sunfyre, fly! Hurry, fly!"
"ROAR!"
The rider's emotions clashed with the dragon's instincts—anger flared in Sunfyre's golden eyes as he flapped his wings wildly, stumbling in agitation.
The rain pounded against his scales, mingling with the distant roars of Dreamfyre. Aegon stomped his foot in frustration, shouting in fury, "Sunfyre, don't let them look down on us! We are not cowards!"
Ever since Aemond had bribed the stablemaster to intimidate him, Aegon had been holding in a stomach full of resentment.
That foolish little sister had gone ahead to face the enemy—he couldn't cower behind her.
A surge of defiance overtook him, and Sunfyre, overwhelmed by his rider's emotions, grew increasingly agitated, planting his powerful legs firmly against the ground.
"HISS—SCREECH!!"
A decisive glint flashed through Sunfyre's vertical pupils. With a resounding roar, he pushed off with his hind legs and soared into the sky.
Aegon's face lit up with joy, breaking into a triumphant grin. "That's it, Sunfyre! Good boy!"
Sunfyre shook his golden frame and charged into the storm, heading for the harbor, where a fleet of mercenary ships had formed a battle line.
CRACK!
Suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the stormy darkness for a fleeting moment.
High above the port, a colossal, mountain-like figure flashed into sight, its shadowy outline looming through the rain-drenched gloom.
A jolt of terror ran through Sunfyre—he lifted his head and peered upward, barely able to make out the dark clouds swirling above.
And then, in the blink of an eye—
"HISS—SCREECH!"
A massive black dragon tore through the storm, gliding effortlessly through the rolling thunderheads.
Atop its mighty back sat a silver-haired figure, bare-chested, his voice as cold as steel. "Dracarys."
The Devourer tilted its head back and let out an ear-splitting roar. Its abyssal maw yawned wide, unleashing a torrent of eerie green dragonfire—mist-like, smoke-like, consuming all.
The unnatural flames clung to the raindrops, burning as they fell, turning the night sky into a cascade of glowing emerald embers.
Drip.
Raindrops struck the decks of the mercenary ships below, igniting into ghostly green flames that spread like a living curse.
BOOM—!
Over a dozen ships were instantly engulfed in unnatural fire, the ghostly blaze spreading rapidly across the water's surface.
"Ahhh! Fire in the rain—"
"The sea… the sea is burning!"
Thousands of mercenaries screamed in agony as the green flames clung to their bodies, burning flesh and melting through armor. Writhing in torment, they flailed desperately, their charred skin peeling away in blackened sheets.
Dreamfyre twisted midair to evade the ballista bolts. Helaena turned her head at the sound of the chaos behind her and cried out in delight, "Brother!"
"HISS—SCREECH!"
Dreamfyre roared furiously at the Devourer, quickly putting distance between them, as if afraid of catching some vile contamination.
Her instinctive retreat, however, inadvertently shielded Helaena from danger.
Wherever the Devourer passed, flames consumed all in its wake. If the little girl had been touched by its cursed fire, it would have been disastrous.
Rain soaked through his clothing as Rhaegar scanned his younger siblings, his voice cutting through the storm like a blade. "Aegon, defend the harbor! Helaena, stay behind me!"
He had foreseen this battle in his dreams.
Upon waking, he had used the Mirror Flower, Water Moon blood magic to peer into the brutal naval skirmish at Seagull Town.
Now, at the critical moment, his skills proved invaluable.
"HISS—SCREECH…"
Sunfyre let out a nervous cry, circling high above the port, unwilling to draw closer.
The Devourer's putrid, rotting stench was overwhelming, radiating a dreadful aura of carnivorous hunger, as if it would devour its own kin in the next breath.
Aegon wiped the rain from his face, no longer forcing Sunfyre to engage. His heart, which had leapt into his throat moments ago, settled back into place.
"HISS—SCREECH—!"
The Devourer's glowing green eyes narrowed with vicious intent as it plunged from the sky, unleashing another torrent of raging dragonfire.
BOOM—!
The mercenary ships, loaded with barrels of oil, erupted into a chain of violent explosions upon contact with the cursed flames.
"Run!—"
"Hold the line! Get the scorpion ballistae ready—"
But against a dragon as massive as a mountain, the mercenaries' will to fight crumbled entirely. They scattered in sheer panic.
Pellmont's head felt like it was about to explode—he roared orders at his men, demanding them to stand their ground.
But in the suffocating darkness of the storm, not a single soul dared challenge the wrath of the sleeping dragon.
"Brother~"
Helaena's eyes gleamed with admiration as she gradually gained control over Dreamfyre, obediently following behind.
A thought stirred in her mind—perhaps her brother was teaching her how to fight.
The Devourer roared once more, swooping low to rain more cursed flames upon the remaining ships.
Its enormous wings churned the stormwinds, causing sails to billow wildly, shaking the ships to their very cores.
BOOM—!
The flames struck again, setting the decks ablaze, the eerie green fire consuming the planks in an instant.
"HISS—SCREECH…"
Dreamfyre shrieked sharply, mirroring the Devourer's flight path, delivering a second wave of dragonfire upon the mercenary fleet.
Helaena's heart pounded wildly, her gaze locked onto the silver-haired figure ahead, never looking away for even a moment.
"Hold the line! Reload the scorpion ballistae—"
Paimon kept shouting, trying to stop the mercenaries from collapsing.
Boom—
A ghostly green dragon flame struck head-on, instantly engulfing everything on the deck.
Rhaegar overlooked the battlefield, his violet eyes flashing coldly.
The naval battle at Crab Bay was nearing its end. The warships of Seagull Town had suffered heavy losses but were still holding off the remaining mercenaries.
Looking back, the mercenary ships in the harbor were swallowed by raging flames, with barely any survivors escaping.
The Devourer's dragon flames meant certain death—unstoppable and absolute.
"Follow me!"
Rhaegar shouted, guiding the Devourer as it soared into Crab Bay, unleashing dragon fire upon the remaining mercenary ships.
Helena, riding Dreamfyre, closely followed, repeating the process of spewing flames.
With just a few dives, the siblings had burned the last of the mercenaries to ashes.
Rhaegar's mind raced as he urged the Devourer to accelerate, soaring toward the upper part of the Narrow Sea.
Helena hesitated for a moment but wordlessly followed on her dragon.
The two fully grown dragons moved at an unmistakable speed, streaking through the rain like twin meteors.
After about an hour, they reached the Bay of Biting.
The night sky was vast, the moon and stars shining brightly—a breathtaking sight.
The Three Sisters Islands.
Thick smoke billowed from all three towns, while over a dozen mercenary ships, fully loaded, were retreating.
"Dragonfire!"
Rhaegar showed no mercy, commanding his dragon to burn the mercenary ships.
Woooo—
A chilling war horn echoed from afar as a fleet approached from White Harbor, its sails adorned with the image of a mermaid holding a trident.
With the fleet cutting off their escape and two dragons attacking from above, the mercenary ships were utterly annihilated in less than fifteen minutes.
Not a single one escaped.
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