But in the next instant, the Golden Ray that heralded annihilation descended silently from above.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a flash of light.
The spot where Ogo Khal had stood, the ground for several yards around him, and his last two Bloodriders vanished without a trace. Only a circular crater remained, its edges smooth as a mirror and its bottom gleaming like glass.
Once again, a deathly silence fell over the battlefield.
The Dothraki stared blankly at the place where their Khal had vanished along with the earth beneath him. The last of their courage melted like snow in the sun.
No one knew who dropped the first arakh. Then came the second, the third... The clatter of falling weapons rang out across the field. The surviving Screamers were deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror. Many were still muttering prayers to the Children of the Stars and the Horse God they worshipped.
On the walls, Arthur seized the perfect opportunity and ordered the trumpeters to sound a full counterattack. The gates swung open, and the Unsullied formations poured out like a black torrent, with the Free Folk Legion close behind. They began clearing out the remaining enemies.
Just then, Viserys's voice rang clearly across the entire battlefield, carried by magic. He spoke in Valyrian, but the will imbued in his words allowed every intelligent being to understand him.
"Throw down your weapons, cut off your braids, and kneel in surrender. Otherwise, this place will be your grave."
King Ghidorah circled overhead, his three heads scanning the battlefield warily, but he launched no further attacks. From the dragon's back, Viserys gazed coldly down at the collapsing Dothraki army.
There was no fighting spirit left on their faces, only fear and bewilderment. According to ancient Dothraki tradition, when a