In the distance, Oldtown's docks had long since burned to scorched earth, leaving only floating wrecks and ruins.
Upstream, riverboats were still frantically transporting the Citadel's books aboard departing vessels, but it seemed like a drop in the ocean.
At the Hightower, the rocks around its base looked as though they had been hewn by blades and axes. The riverboats attempting to continue transporting the gold reserves pitched wildly in the waves, some even knocked straight into the sea. In the end, they could not make the journey.
"Oldtown needs a new banner," Moroia said.
The Mad Maid stood by the window, looking out at a scene of apocalypse. At the edge of the tower, the wind outside howled with a chilling fury.
Storms were the Storm God's power, and crows were the Storm God's servants.
The wind rolled in from the west, showing that the Storm God had received lavish gifts. The delighted god sent down a storm.
The Mad Maid watched the chaos before her, feeling her soul tremble as though struck by lightning. "The age of magic has arrived."
Leyton looked at his daughter's long silver hair, unsure whether the path they had chosen was right.
"We light the way," Leyton said.
"This is the way ahead," the Mad Maid said, looking at her father.
"What lies ahead is that King Gendry the Liberator, the Stag, will be no match for King Euron Greyjoy, the Sea Dragon. This battle will decide who is the true king."
"I hope you're right." Leyton nodded.
"A terrible king, the only king who knows magic." Leyton watched the sea churn as though boiling. Just as the legends said, only sacrifice could bring power.
Euron Crow's Eye had sacrificed thousands upon thousands of people, so the Drowned God and the Storm God