The sky suddenly went dark.
Something was wrong with that darkness. It was still daytime, yet something seemed to have blocked the light, letting not a single ray through.
Whatever it was, it was enormous-so enormous that it covered the entire sky.
Some people looked up in confusion, only to see darkness swallowing the sky whole.
Then a bolt of golden thunder descended.
No one saw where it came from.
They saw only a blinding pillar of light strike down from the darkness, plunging straight into the ground outside the King's Gate.
In that instant, white radiance swallowed everything. All things vanished in the dazzling light.
A deafening crash followed, as though the whole sky were shaking. Everyone instinctively covered their ears, their eardrums aching under the pressure.
Then they could hear nothing but a persistent ringing.
Only after an unknown stretch of time did their vision slowly return.
The garrison on the walls was the first to make out the scene outside...
At the breach in the King's Gate, the open ground that had just been seething with Faith Militant infantry was now completely empty.
There were no bodies, no bloodstains, no scorched remains-only a flat expanse of charred black earth, as though a layer had been seared off the ground.
The soldiers charging forward, the soldiers already inside the breach, the soldiers shouting encouragement from behind-all of them had vanished.
Then they saw the dragon.
King Ghidorah was slowly descending from high above, folding the wings that had blotted out the sky.
Light spilled down from the heavens again, and at last everyone could clearly see that terrifying behemoth.
His body was so immense that the towering walls of King's Landing barely reached above his feet.
He landed outside the city, but through the battlements, those within could