It skimmed low over the ground strewn with rubble and wreckage, darting away in an utterly uncanny manner. Its movements resembled neither crawling nor swimming, but rather a liquid shadow flowing smoothly along.
In the blink of an eye, it slipped past the jagged black reefs and plunged into the depths of the gray-black sea, which seemed shrouded in mist, without even raising a noticeable ripple.
It vanished without a sound or a trace, as though it had always been part of that gray-black sea and was merely returning to it.
Viserys frowned slightly. A sharp gleam flashed through his violet eyes as he stared intently in the direction where the shadow had disappeared, as though trying to pierce the heavy waters and uncover the truth beneath.
The sea wind still howled, carrying the briny tang of the water, and the dust from the ruins of the Grey King's hall beneath him had yet to settle completely. But that uncanny presence, which had appeared and vanished so abruptly, stirred a distinct sense of warning within him.
Was that the Drowned God's true form? Or some ancient magical creature, like the Old Gods, born of the Ironborn's bloody faith? Or something else, deeply bound to Nagga's legendary bones and these cursed waters?
He had no way of knowing yet. Even King Ghidorah, whose consciousness was linked to his, was uncertain. After all, throughout her long existence, she had spent far more time asleep than awake.
The only "god" she knew somewhat more about was the Lord of Light, R'hllor. But she, ultimately, was a "god" who had once been human.
King Ghidorah's three heads turned toward the spot where the shadow had vanished, her six golden eyes fixed on the waves.
Indeed, she could not possibly know every kind of magical