Astapor's Harpy came crashing down, shattering into cold bronze fragments.
The deafening crash rang out like the overture to a new era.
The entire city erupted in a frenzy of celebration. With hoarse voices, the slaves shouted a single name-"Dragonlord."
Daenerys was overwhelmed by the thunderous cries, and she instinctively tightened her grip on Lynn's arm.
Her violet eyes reflected the flames soaring in the distance and the countless figures celebrating.
"They..."
"I gave them a new life, Dany."
Lynn gazed at the chaotic yet vibrant scene before him.
"From today onward, we're their liberators. Every commoner in Astapor will fight for us."
Daenerys's heart pounded.
An unprecedented sense of responsibility and purpose welled up within her.
Yet liberating a city was far harder than destroying it.
As the flames of vengeance gradually died down and the celebrations quieted, a more pressing problem confronted them all.
Food, order, and the future.
The Good Masters' pyramidal mansions had been put to the torch, and the granaries had been looted bare in the chaos.
Astapor had become an immense island unto itself. Hundreds of thousands of freed slaves stood bewildered amid the ruins, unsure where they would go tomorrow.
Although Lynn had liberated them, neither side had any foundation of trust in the other.
But Lynn had clearly come prepared.
The next day, when the first rays of dawn illuminated the devastated city, eight thousand Unsullied had already taken control of every street.
They were no longer unfeeling instruments of slaughter. They were guardians of order.
Lynn had already promoted Grey Worm to commander of all the Unsullied.
Under Grey Worm and Jorah Mormont's command, they swiftly cleared the corpses from the streets and established temporary food distribution points, cooking great cauldrons of wheat porridge with the grain they had seized.
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