The ritual's crescendo echoed through the ancient halls of Cair Volakar. The Heart of the Dragon pulsed brighter, its light searing the darkness like a beacon.
Kaerys closed her eyes, feeling the surge of power flood through her veins. The air trembled as dragons stirred beneath the city, responding to the call of their ancient bond.
The Sky Ablaze
Outside, the first dragon broke through the clouds, scales shimmering like molten metal. Serenthis roared in response, wings spreading wide to meet her kin.
Neron stood watching, awe and fear tangled in his expression. "The dragons have chosen their queen."
The Shifting Tide
But power breeds envy. Across Volantis, rival houses whispered and plotted. The Targaron heir rallied his supporters, his eyes burning with renewed fury.
"The dragon's fire is fickle," he declared. "And I will be the one to control it."
Bonds Tested
Kaerys and Neron faced their growing challenges together, their alliance forged in fire but tested by doubt.
"Trust is our greatest weapon," Kaerys said.
Neron nodded. "And the hardest to wield."
A New Era
As dragons soared above and armies gathered below, the fate of Valyria's last days was sealed — in fire, blood, and the wings of dragons.
End of Chapter 41