After the Titan of Braavos fell, Liu Qian turned his golden slit pupils toward the military harbor of Braavos.
The Purple Fleet of Braavos, feared throughout the Narrow Sea, lay anchored there.
Hundreds of warships stood in orderly rows, their banners flying. They symbolized Braavos's naval supremacy and gave it the confidence to challenge other powers.
Golden Dragon Liu Qian let out an earthshaking roar and sent his enormous body plunging downward.
The sailors and soldiers at the military harbor had already been scared witless by the earlier battle. Now, seeing that golden Great Dragon heading for the harbor, they fell into utter panic.
"Gods! It's coming for us!"
"Set sail! Get out of the harbor!"
"Cast off the lines! Hurry!"
Chaotic shouts erupted at once.
Some captains tried to order their crews to weigh anchor and raise the sails to flee the harbor.
Sailors frantically hacked through mooring lines and strained to turn the capstans.
But it was all futile.
Golden dragonfire poured down once more.
RUMBLE-!!!
The flames swept over the outermost warships like a golden waterfall, swallowing them in an instant.
The wooden hulls rapidly disintegrated in the extreme heat.
Canvas turned to ash, ropes snapped in an instant, and masts toppled and burned like torches.
The warships were packed too tightly inside the harbor to escape. They caught fire one after another, forming a spreading sea of flames.
A burning forest seemed to rise from the sea.
Cracking explosions and people's shrill, despairing screams rang through the sky. The scorching blasts of air even sent buildings in the distance smoking.
Some warships tried to force their way out of the harbor, but often barely got anywhere before the dragonfire caught them, reducing them and the sailors aboard to charcoal.
More desperate sailors and soldiers chose to