As the political situation in King's Landing convulsed, the wildfire finally arrived from Crown Town.
Along with it came news Maester Qyburn had sent by raven.
Three days earlier, the year 295 AC had ended, and time had officially slipped into 296 AC.
Liu Qian stood on a high slope, gazing over the land, unable to help feeling a little Xixu.
He had campaigned for half a year. Now, of the Three Daughters Kingdom, only the isolated city of Myr before him still stood stubbornly beside the bay.
Below Myr's walls.
Fierce winds swept across the scorched earth and the grim military camps beneath Myr.
The supply convoy from Crown Town unloaded crate after crate of clay pots that gave off an eerie green glow.
"Your Majesty, it seems those foxes in the Free Cities never had the courage to enter the fray themselves after all..."
Prince Janyi walked up beside Liu Qian and looked out over the motionless bay, a trace of contempt in his voice. "Otherwise, their fleets would have dropped anchor in the harbor long ago."
Liu Qian's gaze remained calm as it swept over the distant fertile plains. He shook his head, his voice low. "Never underestimate a merchant's cunning, much less his determination to kill with a borrowed blade. They won't fill the trenches with their own blood, but they'll use someone else's."
Prince Janyi's brow furrowed slightly. "Your Majesty, you mean-"
A cold sneer curled his lips. "It's only a guess. But we'll have our answer soon enough."
Liu Qian raised his hand and swept it forward.
The Pyromancers and siege soldiers, already standing ready, immediately went into action.
The heavy catapults' winches creaked as their thick wooden throwing arms were slowly pulled down.
The soldiers carefully placed the clay pots in the catapults'