HĀROS BARTOSSI | DAEMON T.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒

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(TW: This chapter includes mentions of violence, war, and blood. If you are uncomfortable with such topics, please do not continue.)

The skies darkened into a deeper shade of vermilion further, heavy with storm clouds that mirrored the chaos below. Vermaelyon let out a thunderous roar, splitting the air and rattling through the hearts of the Triarchy and Velaryon soldiers alike, igniting a spark of anticipation especially in Daemon.

Silence swept the battlefield as the magnificent sight of the three-headed dragon soared through the swirling tempest. All eyes were drawn to the monstrous figure that cut through the gloom, towards each head that emerged from the clouds as it descended with unmatched majesty, enveloping the Sun with its shadows, yet illuminating it with its iridescent scales.

Riding above the glorious and daunting dragon sat Maevys, a vision of intense determination. Her silver hair danced wildly in the wind, her singular braid framing her striking face, while her sapphire-like eyes blazed towards Daemon. She sent him a nod, the corner of her lips curling faintly upwards into a matching smirk on his face. 

Their gaze turned towards Craghas Drahar, witnessing the Prince-admiral take a furtive step back. Even in the distance, they could see him trembling, his pupils wavering, darting about desperately in search of his next move. Neither of the silver-haired warriors needed to be told that retreating and fleeing was already in his head. However, the war for the Stepstones was going to end today, and allowing the Crabfeeder to escape once more into his caves was not an option Maevys and Daemon would permit.

The moment Daemon's gaze locked onto Drahar's, the conviction to take him down once and for all surged within him like wildfire. However, the Crabfeeder was already turning, melting into the mayhem of battle as the tension escalated. Daemon's fingers stretched around the hilt of Dark, his heart pounding with anticipation. He glanced up at Maevys, who tightened her grip around Vermaelyon's reins, her resolve paralleling his.

"Embrot, Lyon!" Maevys's voice rang out like a clarion call, clear and commanding. In unison, Daemon's roar followed, primal and defiant, as he charged towards Drahar, rallying their brave troops behind him.

The Velaryon forces lunged forward, a tide of steel and valour that clashed against the enemy. The air crackled with energy as they assembled behind their fierce leaders, ready to reclaim the battlefield. Above, Maevys, Vermaelyon, Laenor, Seasmoke, and Caraxes dominated the skies, raining destruction upon destruction down on the archers and Scorpions positioned on the high ground, scattering them like leaves in a storm.

"DRACARYS!" Laenor hollered, guiding Seasmoke who relentlessly unleashed a series of flaming breaths alongside Vermaelyon and Caraxes, torching the enemy archers and transforming them into ash. The young knight beamed, enjoying the high of battle, and watching all the weapons capable of hurting their dragons destroyed. 

With the power of three dragons, the threat atop the mountains dwindled, vanquished by the hellish flames of the beasts. Nevertheless, the battle was far from over with the ground's fight intensifying. It was evident that aid was desperately needed to clear the forces below and seal off the crabs' escape routes. 

"FORWARD!" Lord Corlys bellowed, charging with his men as they pressed against the land forces. The caves were slowly being closed off, preventing the Triarchy men from fleeing, but holding off the mountains and watching their backs while fighting was hard, even for experienced fighters like him.