King Ghidorah's immense body slowly descended onto the ruins of the Dragonpit. The moment his enormous feet touched down, the impact sent loose stones tumbling and raised a cloud of dust.
Reconstruction was underway here.
Massive blocks of stone and thick timber beams lay piled everywhere, forming small mountains nearby.
Craftsmen hurried through the ruins, their hammers and chisels ringing out.
Even so, progress remained slow.
In this age, building something large enough to accommodate King Ghidorah and keep him comfortable was no less daunting than creating another wonder of the world.
Aegon slid down a wing and patted King Ghidorah's scales, signaling for him to wait here.
The Three-Headed Dragon gave a low growl and slowly settled down, his three fearsome heads surveying the surroundings. The busy "ants" were reflected in his golden slit pupils.
Aegon's gaze did not linger on the Dragonpit.
He turned and looked southwest.
That was where the Great Sept of Baelor had once stood.
On those ruins, the outline of a magnificent new building had already risen-the Dragon God Temple.
Under Melisandre's supervision, the temple's main structure and framework had already taken shape.
Even unfinished, its silhouette hinted at the grandeur it would possess when complete.
Its spires soared and its arcades stretched deep. Though the great window at the front had yet to be fitted with stained glass, the empty opening already traced solemn lines.
By comparison, the Dragonpit's reconstruction seemed slow and cumbersome.
Clearly, building a magnificent temple was far easier than constructing a lair where a dragon could live comfortably.
Aegon withdrew his gaze, soothed King Ghidorah, and told him to stay on the ruins without moving around for now. Then he turned and left the Dragonpit construction site.
As he passed the stacks of stone and timber, the craftsmen stopped