Soon, Blackflame reached the palace complex of Qarth's merchant princes. He chose the most exquisite garden palace.
This blast of fire was even thicker. A blazing, dark-red column plunged like a spear of flame into the roof of the palace's main hall. Even the stone melted in the heat, and the flames quickly poured inside.
Inside the palace, a fat, panic-stricken merchant prince was trying to flee into a secret passage, surrounded by his servants.
But they were too slow. Fire poured down from above, instantly filling the entire space. The decorations and carpets caught fire at once.
A tongue of flame engulfed him, and his screams soon fell silent. He became a fat fireball reeking of burning flesh, his once-splendid clothes now his burial shroud.
Before long, the entire palace had become an enormous fireball as well.
Blackflame had no intention of stopping. He beat his wings, sweeping that devastating column of fire across the palace complex. One exquisite building after another collapsed and burned beneath the dragonfire.
Thick black smoke billowed upward, facing the spectacle of ice and fire King Ghidorah had created in the distance. Together, they formed the most horrific scene in the tableau of Qarth's doom.
Viserys rode King Ghidorah in circles above Qarth, with Blackflame at his side.
He used magic to carry his voice throughout Qarth. "People of Qarth! I am Viserys Targaryen, Dragonlord of Valyria, heir to the true dragon bloodline. I came here today not for gold or silver, nor to enslave you, but for vengeance."
"Qarth's House of the Undying and your so-called Thirteen sent filthy assassins into my home, using vile magic and fire to try to murder my family. They drenched my castle in the blood of loyal men. This is an unforgivable crime, a provocation against the