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The massive dragon, its entire body covered in resplendent golden scales that shimmered even in the dark of night, was naturally Aegon's dragon—Sunfyre.
It was a magnificent creature, undeniably beautiful. But that beauty came at a price—it lacked the ability to conceal itself, making any stealthy ambush utterly impossible.
Aegon understood this flaw well, so rather than trying to fight against it, he fully embraced it. He had Sunfyre unleash a thunderous roar, its draconic call cutting through the night sky, serving as a signal for Aemond above. This was a coordinated strike—a pincer attack on Vermax.
The moment Jacaerys spotted Sunfyre, he made his decision in a heartbeat.
Without hesitation, he commanded Vermax to dive straight toward the golden-scaled dragon below.
Sunfyre, at around twenty years old, was nearly ten years older than Vermax. Under normal circumstances, the age difference would mean a significant disparity in size and strength.
But thanks to the system's buffs, Vermax's growth had been greatly enhanced, making its body almost as large as Sunfyre's.
And more importantly, the "Dragonslayer" trait gave it a devastating advantage in dragon-on-dragon combat.
If it couldn't kill Vhagar, the ancient monster with its iron-like hide, then surely, it could take down this glorified ornament of a dragon.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Both Vermax and Sunfyre let loose torrents of searing dragonfire, two brilliant columns of orange-red flames colliding in midair.
The clash of dragonflames sent ripples of explosive force surging outward, scattering embers and light across the night sky. The two fire-breathing beasts were evenly matched in raw power, neither able to overwhelm the other.
Yet, as the flames warred in midair, a shadowy figure streaked through the fiery chaos—a blur of emerald green scales bursting forth from the sea of fire.
With a thunderous impact, Vermax slammed into Sunfyre, the sheer force of its dive hammering the golden dragon backward. The sudden blow sent Sunfyre reeling, its wings flaring wildly as it struggled to stabilize—but gravity and inertia were merciless.
Rip! Tear!
Locked in a deadly freefall, the dragons thrashed and tore at each other, their immense forms twisting through the sky.
Vermax, above, used its powerful hind legs, its razor-sharp talons sinking into Sunfyre's golden-scaled chest, ripping and tearing through flesh and armor-like scales alike.
Sunfyre, below, retaliated with desperate fury, its fanged maw clamping down on Vermax's underbelly, biting deep into its jade-green scales.
CRACK! SHATTER!
Dragon scales splintered like shattered glass, scarlet dragon blood splattering down over King's Landing like a crimson rain.
At a glance, it seemed like an even match—both dragons taking damage, both locked in a fierce struggle.
But in reality, Sunfyre was in far worse shape than Vermax.
The Dragonslayer trait made Vermax's attacks far deadlier in dragon-to-dragon combat. Every single swipe of its claws tore deep into Sunfyre's flesh, its strikes merciless and precise.
Sunfyre, on the other hand, had to bite down on the same spot multiple times before it could even break through Vermax's defenses.
The reason?
Vermax possessed the "Hardened Skin" trait, making its already thick hide even tougher.
As the dragons clashed midair, Jacaerys briefly considered a repeat of his previous strategy—a daring boarding maneuver like he'd attempted with Vhagar earlier.
After all, Aegon was a poor swordsman, a product of a wasted youth filled with nothing but idleness and indulgence. Jacaerys was confident that he could cut him down in three strikes.
But this was different from earlier.
Back then, Vhagar had been hovering in place, making it possible for him to jump onto her back.
Now?
The dragons were in constant motion, locked in a furious aerial battle.
The chance of successfully leaping onto Sunfyre's back was minuscule.
And while Jacaerys was fearless, he was not reckless enough to throw his life away for nothing.
"AARRRRGH!!"
At last, Sunfyre let out a howl of agony, its chest a mess of torn flesh and shredded scales, the once-flawless golden armor now stripped away in large patches.
The pain was unbearable.
The golden dragon didn't care about orders anymore, didn't care if it accidentally hit Aegon.
Its only thought was survival.
It reared its head back, its maw widening as it began to gather fire in its throat.
Jacaerys immediately noticed the motion—the very instant Sunfyre opened its mouth, he barked a command to Vermax:
"Break away!"
With a powerful kick of its muscular hind legs, Vermax launched itself backward, sending Sunfyre tumbling uncontrollably through the air.
As the golden dragon frantically tried to regain its balance, Jacaerys seized the opening.
He was about to order Vermax to unleash dragonfire, to burn both Sunfyre and Aegon together—
Until a torrent of blazing yellow fire descended from above.
*BOOOOOM!!!*
The attack came from Aemond and Vhagar.
"Tch!"
Jacaerys clicked his tongue in frustration, forced to steer Vermax aside, narrowly dodging Vhagar's monstrous flames.
If only he had a little more time to grow stronger—
If he and Vermax were just a little more powerful, they could take on both Aemond and Aegon together and still come out victorious.
But for now, he had to be cautious.
Wary of being trapped between Vhagar and Sunfyre, Jacaerys directed Vermax into a rapid descent, heading toward the Red Keep.
It was a tactical move—flying lower would force his enemies to hold back, lest they accidentally set King's Landing ablaze.
If he could stall for just a little longer, reinforcements would arrive, securing their victory.
And if Vhagar burned down Maegor's Holdfast like it did the River Gate earlier, that would be even better.
If the royal family perished in the flames, then Jacaerys needed only to slay Aemond, the kinslayer.
With that, the Black faction could rightfully claim control over the entire Seven Kingdoms.
But it wasn't just Aemond—even Aegon could see the true meaning behind Jacaerys' advance toward the Red Keep.
Neither gave the command for their dragons to unleash their flames anymore. Instead, they moved in unison—one leading, the other following—as they closed in on Jacaerys, seeking to cut off his escape.
WHOOSH!!
Just as the three dragons soared over the Red Keep, a blur of fiery red shot up from below—
A monstrous dragon, too fast to react to, hurtled straight toward Vhagar.
Crack! Rip!
The sound of scales splitting apart echoed through the sky as Vhagar's armored underbelly was pierced for the first time in the battle. Dark red dragon blood rained down upon the castle below, splattering the stone walls of the Red Keep like liquid fire.
This was a first. In all her one hundred and eighty years, the ancient dragon had never had her scales shattered in such a way.
But the crimson beast that struck her wasn't finished. With astonishing agility, it twisted midair and lunged at Vhagar once more.
Vhagar roared in fury, baring her fangs and extending her claws, desperate to swat away the relentless attacker.
Yet this fiery-red dragon wasn't just fast—it was terrifyingly nimble. It could halt, pivot, and strike mid-flight with a swiftness that even Vermax couldn't match.
Up in the sky, Vhagar was like a massive spinning top, while the red dragon flitted around her like the whip that struck it—darting in to land a blow, then vanishing before Vhagar could react.
And the one riding this fearsome beast, the one who had come to turn the tide of battle, was none other than Daemon Targaryen, atop Caraxes.
Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm, was not only a brutal fighter but also an expert at prolonged flame attacks.
Years ago, it was he who had burned Grey Gallows into a barren wasteland. A great part of that destruction was the work of his relentless dragonfire.
Had Daemon not been concerned about his brother being inside Maegor's Holdfast, this battle might have already ended in flames.
But then again—
If Vhagar's left wing hadn't been wounded, and if she could freely unleash her own fire—
This fight would have been an even match!
With Daemon now joining the fray, Jacaerys wasted no time. He shifted his focus, making Sunfyre his primary target.
Sunfyre, the golden dragon, might have been the most beautiful creature in the Seven Kingdoms—but its true strength lay in its sheer tenacity. It could take a beating like no other.
Even now, its shattered chest scales oozed dragon blood, and Vermax continued to tear into it, adding new wounds to the already grievous ones.
And yet, Sunfyre endured. Despite the relentless assault, the golden dragon still managed to lash out, sinking its teeth into Vermax several times in retaliation.
Still—no matter how fierce its resistance, this once-glorious golden beast was already fighting on its last breath.
Then suddenly—
A figure appeared on the royal balcony of Maegor's Holdfast.
Leaning on a cane, his frail body trembling with age and illness, he stepped forward.
His eyes, weary yet filled with sorrow, lifted to the sky, where dragons clashed in a storm of Blood and Fire. The sight of these once-majestic creatures, now locked in a brutal, nightmarish battle—a battle that had haunted his dreams—brought tears streaming down his wrinkled face.
And then, with all the strength he could muster, he cried out—
"By the name of Viserys Targaryen the First—I command you all to stop this madness!"
But King Viserys I was gravely ill. His desperate plea, meant to be a royal decree, carried little more weight than the feeble cry of an old man against the roar of dragons.
High above, the four dragonriders were too consumed by battle to hear him.
They couldn't hear him.
But something—or someone—did.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
A shadow streaked across the sky.
A monstrous figure, its crimson scales like dried blood, tore through the air with such blistering speed that it left afterimages in its wake.
And then—
HAAAH!
A column of dark red dragonfire erupted between Vhagar and Caraxes, cutting off Caraxes' next attack.
At the same time, another dragon—a beast far larger than both Vermax and Sunfyre—swept into the fray, forcefully wedging itself between them and breaking up their duel.
Meleys and Syrax.
Now, six dragons of different colors hovered above the Red Keep, their colossal forms casting vast, shifting shadows over all of King's Landing.
And on the rooftop of Maegor's Holdfast, King Viserys stood trembling, his voice hoarse as he kept calling for the fighting to stop.
This time—
Everyone heard him.
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