After that thunderous roar, the earth suddenly shuddered.
Violent tremors rose from deep underground, as though something enormous had crashed down.
The entire tower swayed. Its stone walls groaned, and dust showered from the ceiling.
Margaery was already standing at the windowsill, half her body leaning outside.
The jolt sent her pitching forward, and she nearly fell out. Instinctively, she released one hand from the banner and seized the window frame, barely steadying herself.
Her heart trembled.
A thought spread through her heart like weeds.
She lowered her head and looked at the Black Three-Headed Dragon Banner in her other hand, stained with dust and blood. The three-headed dragon emblem remained striking even in the dim light.
Was it him?
She could not be sure.
She feared her hopes would come to nothing, feared this was merely the beginning of another disaster, feared the tremors heralded the castle's collapse.
But she no longer tried to jump.
She simply stood beside the windowsill, one hand gripping the frame, the other clutching the banner.
She still could not see anything.
She could only listen to the growing chaos outside, feel the faint tremors beneath her feet, and wait.
Wait for the moment the answer was revealed.
In front of Highgarden's Main Building, the burly commander of the Starry Warriors lay sprawled on the ground, pushing himself up on his arms.
Soldiers lay scattered around him. Some had knocked over bonfires, some were pinned beneath fallen flagpoles, and others lay facedown in the mud.
The commander spat the dirt from his mouth, cursed, and raised his head.
Then he saw it.
His entire vision was filled.
That pale golden, immense shadow blotted out the sky, its outspread wings seeming to cover the heavens.
Sunlight streamed from behind it, outlining a form of impossible