On the ground, life in Braavos froze in an instant.
The boatmen on the canals forgot to row, their mouths hanging open as they craned their heads to stare at the enormous red beast blotting out the sky.
The dockworkers dropped their heavy cargo and cried out in terror.
Pedestrians, merchants, and sailors in the streets stopped in their tracks, pointing at the sky, their faces filled with disbelief, shock, and fear.
"A dragon! It's a dragon!"
"Gods! It's heading for the Isle of the Gods!"
"Run!"
Panic began to spread.
Screams, cries, and the clatter of colliding objects rose one after another.
The Braavosi guards saw the terrifying sight as well. Their faces went deathly pale as they tried to maintain order while frantically sounding the alarm and sending men rushing to the Sealord's Palace to report the Great Dragon's attack.
Arya had just emerged from an alley when she saw the scene, and horror filled her eyes.
It was that dragon-riding Eastern King!
Blooddance flew above the House of Black and White.
Liu Qian stared coldly at the solitary temple of the Many-Faced God. At a thought from him, Blooddance raised her enormous head and unleashed a torrent of scorching Dragonfire against the House of Black and White's outer walls.
Boom!
Flames soared into the sky! The ancient stones groaned in agony under the extreme heat, rapidly blackening, cracking, and even melting.
Meanwhile, deep within the House of Black and White, in an underground sanctuary without a trace of light.
A group of robed people stood around a burning furnace.
The fire was not there to provide warmth, but to bake three scale-covered Dragon Egg Fossils.
All three fossils had been payment from people who had hired the Faceless Men.
At their head stood the priest known as