Dalton the Great Slain

"Siga—"

Cannibal led the charge, spewing Emerald Green Dragonflame like a bursting flood, drenching the golden sea-monster ship at the front.

Rumble—

The thunderous impact shattered all three masts, and clinging Green Fire spread over every Ironborn aboard.

Amid their anguished screams, a lone candle was lit upon the sea.

"Damn it, run!"

Dalton scrambled onto the deck, rolling as he went, only to find nowhere safe to land.

In an instant, the all-consuming Green Fire clung to his armor.

"Ah!..."

The scorching heat cooked his flesh. The exposed skin of his arm blistered and split in moments.

Dalton's eyes bulged. He drew Nightfall and hacked off his left arm.

Blood spurted with a sizzling sound, and the foul-smelling armor came off in a hurry.

"Roar—"

Ulagas flew overhead, spewing Green Fire with abandon as his broad, pale-yellow wings whipped up fierce gusts.

The surrounding ships had no power to fight back. They exploded into fragments and sank beneath the sea in flames.

"Damn it, I'm King Dalton!"

Dalton roared in fury, stabbing at the flaming men as they fled in every direction.

Before long, the entire ship was engulfed in flames, billowing with thick black smoke.

Splash!

Terrified, Dalton jumped into the sea to escape, his ear charred by the heat.

Only in the water could the Ironborn find a moment's safety.

"Leave none alive!"

Rhaegar showed no mercy, his eyes cold.

Cannibal's green, slit-pupiled eyes glinted grimly. He let out a continuous low growl, then swooped down and crushed several small boats beneath his hind claws.

"Dragonflame!"

Helaena arrived astride Dreamfyre. Her soft voice rang out as pale blue Dragonflame covered the azure sea.

She had not ridden into battle for a long time, and her hand was bound to be a little heavy.

Dreamfyre eagerly plunged down,