Unlike the tense verbal sparring in the Palace of Truth, Danyla and her companions felt far more at ease once they returned to their ship. The Great Dragons had stuffed themselves in the Menagerie earlier, and now they were all fast asleep.
Those exotic beasts should give them another burst of rapid growth. Myracis and Hognara, in particular, already had unusual bloodlines and grew even faster.
Little Balerion and the other two had also settled into hiding in the nearby barren mountains. There were plenty of large sea beasts in the waters near the Shivering Sea. Though they had missed the feast at the Menagerie, they had long since eaten their fill.
Perhaps because so many gods were worshipped in Braavos, the magical energy nearby was exceptionally dense, almost on par with Holy Flame Island and the Cisland Peninsula.
As a result, the marine life in the surrounding waters readily absorbed traces of magical energy, making it ideal food for the Great Dragons.
For the two young Sea Dragons, the fish-rich Bay of Braavos was practically a buffet where they could eat as they pleased. The local fishermen's catches would probably suffer for a while, though, since Jormungava and her companion had scared away quite a few shoals.
"Your Highness, are you saying that the Wyvern today really wasn't an accident arranged by the Sealord's Palace?"
After her narrow escape from death, Walda's resentment toward Braavos had only grown. In her eyes, there were no good people left here.
Danyla gazed through the cabin window at the Menagerie, where flames still soared into the sky, and explained,
"The Sealord's life is already flickering like a candle in the wind. The various factions have probably long since begun competing over who will succeed him. Utherys wouldn't invite trouble upon himself at