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After Queen Rhaenyra named him vanguard for the march on King's Landing, Logar flew straight back from Dragonstone to the Stepstones and began mustering the World Devourers.
This campaign would decide the fate of the Blacks and the Greens. The burden on his shoulders was immense—he could not afford a single mistake.
He had pushed himself without rest for days, barely exchanging more than a glance with Baela on Dragonstone before parting in haste.
The Cannibal carried Logar down to the familiar shores of Bloodstone Island and let out a triumphant, earth-shaking roar.
Every soul on the island looked up at the sight, blood surging with pride.
The man who had tamed the Cannibal was their captain—City Swallower Logar!
The newest recruits who had only just arrived stared wide-eyed as the black dragon descended, their gazes locked on rider and beast in pure awe.
They had come because of the legends. Now, seeing the Cannibal with their own eyes and Logar in the flesh, every fist clenched tight, faces flushed with excitement, as if they themselves shared in the glory.
That is Captain City Swallower Logar?
New recruit Andrei stood among the watching crowd. He had been in the middle of training when the dragon appeared; every man froze, heads snapping toward the sky.
Truly the master of the Cannibal. Truly the City Swallower. So damn impressive.
Watching Logar's tall, straight-backed figure stride forward with steady power, Andrei's breathing quickened.
He felt as if he stood before a living god. Even from afar, Logar's calm, mountain-like presence made him want to drop to his knees in worship.
"Captain Logar, you're finally back!"
The moment the Cannibal landed, Femon, Alyn, and Kend rushed forward, eyes bright with excitement and relief.
In the time Logar had been gone, the title "City Swallower" had spread like wildfire. It had practically become another name for the World Devourers themselves. Without him, the company would cease to exist.
"Mm. You've all worked hard while I was away."
Logar patted the Cannibal's neck and turned to his lieutenants. He could see how much they had matured—the youthful edges had been hammered away; each man now stood ready to shoulder real responsibility.
"I didn't expect the islands to run so smoothly without me. I'm very pleased."
He swept his gaze across Bloodstone's construction sites. Everything was taking solid shape. A satisfied smile touched his lips.
These three were the core he had personally trained and trusted. They had not disappointed him.
Praised by Logar, Femon, Alyn, and Kend flushed with pride, scratched their heads, and answered in unison:
"Lord Logar, you're too kind. This is only what we should do."
Logar nodded, handed the Cannibal's feeding to his men, and led the three toward the lord's hall.
"Tell me—how have the islands and the company fared while I was gone?"
Alyn steadied his excitement and reported first.
"Lord Logar, everything ran smoothly in your absence. The main buildings on Bloodstone are complete and fully operational.
Broken Spear Island and Bloodstone itself, which took damage in the Battle of the Gullet, are being repaired. They'll be back to normal soon."
"Excellent." Logar nodded, then looked at Femon. "And the World Devourers? How many new men have we added?"
Femon had the numbers ready.
"Lord Logar, your fame has grown so much that new recruits arrive almost every day—some from Westeros, some from Essos—all drawn by your name. After strict screening, the company now stands at over seven hundred men."
He did not mention that the number was only seven hundred because Logar demanded quality; any who couldn't handle the rules had already been weeded out. Otherwise the ranks would have swelled far larger.
"Mm. The World Devourers must remain elite—never settle for numbers over quality. You've done well."
Inside the lord's hall, Logar glanced at the freshly decorated chamber, then took the high seat.
"In the days ahead our domain will keep expanding. More men will come seeking to join, and we will grow accordingly. But never accept undisciplined trash. Burn that into your minds."
Alyn, Femon, and Kend nodded sharply.
Logar continued.
"I've returned because Queen Rhaenyra has decided to summon every Black vassal for the march on King's Landing to reclaim the Iron Throne.
As the Earl of the Stepstones she has named, I am to serve as vanguard and lead the World Devourers with her to take the city."
"What?!"
Alyn and the others were both shocked and thrilled. They had known this day would come, yet hearing it spoken aloud still set their blood on fire.
"Kend, aside from our merchant vessels, how many large warships do we have now? Can they safely carry every World Devourer across the Narrow Sea to King's Landing?"
Logar's gaze fell on the shipwright Kend.
Kend's spirit soared as he answered at once.
"My lord, excluding merchant cogs, flat-bottoms, and scout ships, thanks to Lord Corlys's allocations and Chaman's purchases in Essos, we now have fifteen triple-banked war galleys in port.
Each can carry over a hundred soldiers. Transporting the entire company will be more than enough."
"Excellent!"
Logar slammed his palm on the table and gave the order in a deep, steady voice.
"Then at once, summon every member of the World Devourers on Bloodstone. I will conduct a war mobilization."
"Yes, my lord!"
Alyn's blood boiled at the thought of the coming battle. Without wasting a second he raced to the barracks and sounded the assembly horn.
At that moment, every recruit—including Andrei—had been speculating what task the City Swallower's return would bring.
They had all heard that the queen on Dragonstone was already sharpening her blades against the Greens in King's Landing. Every World Devourer burned to win glory in the great war.
The moment the horn rang out, every man sensed something monumental was about to happen.
No one dared delay. They poured from the barracks, forming perfect ranks exactly as their instructors had drilled. In moments the lines stood straight and disciplined.
The new recruits were slower, but under the shouts of veterans and trainers every man gave his all. None wanted to embarrass himself in front of City Swallower Logar on his very first assembly.
Soon the entire force stood ready. More than seven hundred pairs of eyes locked onto one point.
Logar strode out of the lord's hall in black armor, helmet tucked under one arm.
He did not speak at once. His gaze swept slowly across every face—calm as the sea, yet carrying the weight of mountains. Even the most restless recruits instinctively held their breath.
Logar's voice rang out, clear and unhurried:
"Across the Narrow Sea in Westeros, the Blacks and the Greens have already clashed."
Every ear strained; new and veteran alike hung on every word.
"Queen Rhaenyra of the Blacks has named me vanguard. I will lead you to Westeros—to take King's Landing."
His words were crisp, without a trace of hesitation. The final sentence landed like a thunderclap. Emotion exploded across the ranks; every fist clenched white-knuckled.
Seeing the fire ignite in their eyes, Logar poured on more fuel.
"Once, men called you pirates. Men called you drifters.
He paused. Then his voice rose like a crashing wave, drowning out the howling sea wind.
"But from this day forward, we will tell the world—we are the World Devourers! King's Landing's walls—we will swallow them!
The Green throne—we will swallow it! Whatever stands in our path—fate or the gods themselves—we will swallow them all!"
"Answer me—what are you?"
For one heartbeat the square was deathly silent.
Then a roar like an avalanche erupted, the same word thundering toward the sky again and again.
"World Devourers! World Devourers! World Devourers!"
Alyn, Femon, Kend, and the other veterans shouted loudest of all.
They had followed Logar every step of the way; they had watched him make the name "World Devourers" reality. Now his words set them ablaze with pride.
"Very good."
At that moment the black, savage Cannibal swept down and landed beside Logar.
Logar vaulted onto the dragon's back. His gaze swept over his battle-thirsty men, then turned toward the far shore of the Narrow Sea. His voice carried calm and absolute certainty.
"Then, World Devourers… move out."