The Iron Islands' Sorrow

Sunspear.

On a pleasant afternoon, a dragon host circled above the city.

"Screee!"

Cannibal's green eyes glimmered darkly as it stood alone and proud on the riverbank outside Sunspear, its savage presence like that of an evil god come to earth.

Above it, several dragons of different colors flew apart from one another.

The moss-colored old dragon, the dark green Vhagar, the pale blue Dreamfyre...

On the towering city walls, two young dragons held their heads high, like stone gargoyles standing guard.

One was black and red, the other a pale gray.

With six dragons appearing at once, Sunspear seemed like an empty city. The people were silent with fear.

Not many years had passed since the Dragon's Wrath, and the last battle between three dragons was still fresh in everyone's minds.

Yet a closer look revealed the truth.

Arrows bristled from Sunspear's walls, and the road leading to the Greenblood River was crusted with dried blood.

By the Greenblood River.

Rhaegar looked around. The once-thriving docks had been reduced to scorched earth, and signs of looting and destruction were everywhere.

"Your Majesty, the Ironborn didn't even spare the ships in the river."

Prince Quellor, his forehead wrapped in a bloodstained bandage, said in utter grief, "They took all the large ships. They burned the fishing boats and all the goods they couldn't carry off."

"Where did the Ironborn go after their raid?"

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly. His voice was cold enough to freeze.

Those Ironborn really never changed, always believing that taking by force was better than working hard.

"We received word from Oldtown. The Iron Islands fleet passed through the Shield Islands and has now returned to the Iron Islands," Prince Quellor replied at once.

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