It was a dim, scorching place, something like a cave or a mine, where two robed figures seemed to be plotting something in hushed voices.
Danyla wanted to draw closer, but for some reason, she sensed an immense threat from the slender figure among them, so she hastily stopped.
"This is all I can do for you."
"Do not forget your promise."
The silver-haired man wearing Blackfyre sought reassurance again and again.
"No matter what happens in the future, you will never move against my family, correct?"
"All men must die!"
The slender figure, entirely concealed beneath a robe, gave an assurance.
"As long as your family stays away from slavery, you will naturally receive the god's favor."
"Thank you for everything you have done!"
"May we never meet again!"
With that, the figure slowly vanished into the dark passage.
Once the figure was gone, the silver-haired man holding the torch turned and left as well.
Then the scene in Danyla's dream changed again. This time, she found herself atop a roofless tower, with a massive lion-bodied, dragon-winged, human-faced sculpture carved at the building's highest point.
Dark Sister hung on the wall of the room where Danyla now stood.
"Daenys, did you truly dream of Valyria's destruction?"
Hearing voices next door, Danyla immediately went to investigate.
"Yes, Father!"
"Nothing in this world is immortal."
"When a flower reaches its most glorious bloom, it means it is about to wither. Likewise, when darkness reaches its height, light is about to come."
A beautiful girl with platinum-blond hair, draped in pale blue gauze, held a cup of golden wine as she gazed out at the thriving city and spoke wistfully.
Just as Danyla was about to move closer for a better look, the girl suddenly turned and looked straight toward her.
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