Moon Dance Strikes

Night fell, and thick smoke billowed over the sea.

Boom—

Baelor jumped down from the dragon's back and helped the limp old uncle to his feet. "How's Sunfyre?"

"You should be asking how I'm doing."

Aegon replied helplessly.

"You look fine."

Baelor glanced at Sunfyre, who kept crying out in pain, and twisted the knife. "Such a beautiful dragon, always getting hurt protecting its rider."

The magnificent wing membranes, once pale pink, were now riddled with holes of every size.

Some were burns; others had been pierced by arrows.

Never mind the details. Just mentioning Sunfyre's wounds made Aegon howl in anguish. "Damn Greyjoy bastards! My Sunfyre!"

He threw himself over the bloodied wounds, tears spilling from his eyes.

Who could have imagined that the Iron Islands' fleet would suddenly attack the Stepstones?

The fleet was every bit as capable as the Velaryon family's.

And when it came to fearless, ferocious attacks, it was even better suited to lightning warfare.

"Don't be sad, Uncle."

Baelor touched the scar on his cheek and declared firmly, "Once I've gathered the Riverlands' lords, we'll march against the Iron Islands together."

He had a dragon now.

It was time to gather his vassals and make good on his promise.

Stormlands, Stonewatch.

In the pitch-black night, waves battered the towering cliffs.

From here, one could just make out the bright flames rising from the Stepstones.

"Siga!"

An ugly Mud Dragon slowly crawled out, a mountain goat clamped in its sharp jaws. It chewed the animal together with dirt and blood.

On the dragon's back, One-Eye's gaze was deep as he watched the flames rise in the distance.

"Roar..."

Sheepstealer finished the goat. Its scrawny body swayed slightly as it raised its wings, preparing to take off.

"Wait, you idiot."

Aemond's expression darkened as he