Brothers Reunited

Three days later.

Meereen, the Great Pyramid.

Thousands upon thousands of slaves gathered here, anxiously gazing up at the towering pyramid.

After several days of turmoil, the city had finally returned to calm.

That meant power was changing hands once again.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The rhythmic pounding rang out as the Unsullied, clad in black armor and spiked helmets, marched out from both sides of the Great Pyramid.

There were not many of them, just over a thousand.

Many slaves followed behind the Unsullied, leading wagons loaded with things covered in white cloth.

As the wheels rolled over the broken paving stones, the clatter of chains rang out clearly.

The slaves huddled nervously, quietly guessing what was about to happen.

"Siga!!"

Suddenly, a mighty Dragon Roar rang through the sky.

The slaves lifted their heads, terrified as they looked toward the source of the roar.

The next moment.

Clouds churned, and fierce winds howled.

A young dragon, red as blood from head to tail, burst through the clouds and swooped down with its wings spread wide.

The red dragon circled the broad plaza twice before slowly landing in the Great Pyramid's forecourt.

It did not land atop the pyramid, so the slaves could see it clearly.

Boom!

The red dragon struck the ground, kicking up a cloud of scorching dust.

The slaves cried out and stumbled backward, setting off a commotion.

The Unsullied surrounded the plaza and brought the disorder under control.

Without their masters or the Queen, the slaves were at a loss, standing motionless where they were.

"Siga!!"

The red dragon roared at the sky, its cold, slit-pupiled eyes fixed on the crowd.

Its long neck lowered slowly, revealing its back, where the dorsal spines swayed gently.

"Quiet, Ursa Major."

Aemon remained composed, both hands gripping the tips