The sea off Myr was calm that morning, its hazy mist tinged with a faint warmth, like a flame about to kindle.
Mounted on Craghas, Daemon stood on the deck of his flagship, the Danyla, gazing calmly ahead.
The Danyla was a five-decked, six-masted sailing ship, the largest vessel in the history of the Game of Thrones world. Its upper deck alone was large enough for an adult dragon to take off and land.
Through gaps in the thinning mist, Daemon spotted several slender black shapes. They were probably scouts from the Kingdom of the Three Daughters.
He immediately tightened the control chain around Caraxes's neck, prompting an excited growl from the Bloodthirsty dragon.
"Eee~ gaa~"
"Wait a little longer, old friend."
Daemon tapped the dragon's scales with his heel. Behind him, the Allied Fleet advanced slowly toward the Port of Myr, every oar wrapped in woolen cloth. Even the lightest Braavosi rowing ships barely disturbed the water.
It was a trick Daemon had learned from the pirates of Sothoryos. This way, enemy scouts could not gauge his strength from the ripples on the sea.
When sunlight pierced the mist over the water, the bustling Port of Myr was already close at hand. Daemon immediately sounded his Dragonbone Horn.
Caraxes surged into the air, his outstretched wings casting an enormous shadow over the sea. The Kingdom of the Three Daughters Fleet stationed in the Port of Myr reacted quickly, shrill alarm bells ringing out at once, but it was already too late.
The Blood Wyrm Quicksilver's dragonfire poured down like a golden waterfall spilled by a god, instantly engulfing several Myrish warships on the outer perimeter.
A scorched stench immediately spread through Myr's harbor-the smell of pitch-soaked sails burning, all too familiar to veteran sailors.
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