A black tide surged out through the gates of Astapor.
The footsteps of a hundred thousand men merged into a single thunder, making the earth tremble faintly.
Atop the Pyramid, Tyrion Lannister stood slack-jawed, staring blankly at the torrent of steel marching toward the battlefield below.
His throat felt dry.
He had seen his father Tywin's army from the Westerlands, and Stannis's supposedly invincible host.
But compared with the army before him, those forces looked like children playing at war.
Mustering thirty thousand soldiers in the Westerlands was enough to shake all of Westeros, yet Astapor lay in Slaver's Bay, where the population was almost beyond imagining.
In particular, nearly all the slaves sold by the Dothraki ended up concentrated in Slaver's Bay. That was a unique advantage a place like Essos enjoyed.
"Can... can they really win?"
Tyrion muttered the question without thinking.
He meant the slave masters of Yunkai and Meereen.
Daenerys stood beside Lynn, gazing at the army that belonged to her, her violet eyes shining as never before.
She did not answer Tyrion's question.
The answer was already plain.
Lynn did not look at the army.
He simply closed his eyes.
His powerful mind instantly spanned the vast distance, bringing the whole of Slaver's Bay into sharp focus within his thoughts.
Yunkai.
Atop the golden Pyramid, the Wise Masters were in an uproar over the news from Astapor.
"Seventy thousand! He thinks he can attack both our cities at once with only seventy thousand men?!"
A grossly fat Wise Master shrieked, his face filled with fury at being so belittled.
"Has he gone mad?! Who does he think he is? A god?"
"This is an insult to us! An insult to mighty Yunkai!"
Another Wise Master, Grazdan mo Graz, one of Yunkai's most powerful slave