The second volley of bolts flew, with exactly the same result. This time, King Ghidorah used his left head, unleashing not a golden beam but a breath of bitter frost. The bolts froze in midair, then shattered into falling ice crystals. The frost breath swept onward, freezing a section of the wall and its defenders into ice sculptures.
The temperature plummeted. The frozen soldiers still held the poses they had struck in life, expressions of terror locked on their faces.
"A monster... it's a monster..." A slave soldier threw down his weapon, turned, and ran.
Panic began to spread. Officers tried to cut down deserters, but more and more men joined the flight. Some of them did not fear death, but this power beyond their comprehension had utterly stripped them of the will to fight.
Just then, Viserys guided King Ghidorah directly above the gate. One blast of golden light left nothing but a gaping hole where the gate had stood.
He did not continue the attack. Instead, he amplified his voice with magic so that everyone in the city could hear him.
"People of Yunkai, I am Viserys Targaryen, Dragonlord of Valyria, Breaker of Chains."
His voice echoed through the city.
"Look at the chains on your bodies, then look at those Wise Masters in their tokar robes. They build pyramids from your flesh and blood and trade your suffering for gold. Now they demand that you die for them, protecting their wealth with your lives."
The slave soldiers on the walls stopped in their tracks. Some freemen lowered their bows as well.
"In Astapor, I have already proven that I keep my promises," Viserys continued to call out. "The Unsullied are now free men, and the slaves have burned their shackles. Everyone can live with dignity. I do