A month later, when Liu Qian and Jelena rode their Great Dragons at the head of their army and flew over the sacred city encircled by mountains, regarded as the "city of the Khals," they saw a grand bonfire ceremony.
In the vast square at the heart of the holy city, Horsemen from across the grasslands had gathered, temporarily setting aside their grudges to hold the ceremony.
Warriors danced wildly around the bonfires, beating hide drums and letting out savage cries.
Women offered whole roasted cattle and sheep.
The pungent smell of liquor and the aroma of roast meat filled the air.
Beneath the holy city's Mother of Mountains, a massive bronze horse statue stood silent in the firelight.
Everyone was immersed in a fervent religious atmosphere, utterly unaware of the danger.
After repeated reconnaissance, they confirmed that the Dothraki Dosh Khaleen and the Khals gathered for a feast were indeed inside the woven-grass palace at the very center.
Liu Qian glanced at Jelena on Silverfall's back and said, "Do it."
Jelena nodded. The two Great Dragons beat their wings and launched a brazen attack on the Woven-Grass Residence at the very center of Vaes Dothrak.
Fierce flames instantly destroyed the palace-sized residence, and terrified screams erupted from within.
The zealous worshippers seated around the bonfires outside looked up, their eyes filled with shock.
They watched helplessly as the Dosh Khaleen's dwelling and the hall where the Khals were feasting were utterly destroyed.
The flames devoured the place and destroyed the Dothraki's faith along with it.
They roared, their eyes bloodshot, as though unwilling to accept any of it.
But when they looked up into the dark sky, they discovered two enormous shadows circling overhead.
"Dragons! Run!!"
Everyone scattered in panic.
Liu Qian immediately ordered the cavalry concealed outside the