It only left the Ironborn entranced, their blood boiling.
The Ironborn naturally understood that Dragonbinder had faltered. It had sounded several times, yet the Dragon Horde had shown no reaction, and not a single magic dragon had fallen.
But the Ironborn had nowhere to return to. Balon had promised to bring them freedom, and Euron Crow's Eye had guaranteed them more.
Even if the unpredictable shifts on the battlefield left them stunned, the Redwyne Fleet might soon block their retreat. They could only seize the victory before them first.
Three rebellions in ten years-Balon had launched two, and Euron Crow's Eye one. It took no thought to know how brutally the Iron Throne would retaliate after its victory.
"Drop the stones."
"Drop the stones."
"The wind's weakened." But as the Iron Throne's longships formed up against the wind, the "Stone" rocks from Storm's End were hurled into the sea one after another.
The force of the west wind and the tide clearly diminished, and the magic dragons could soar through the wind again.
The mouth of the Honeywine carried an immense volume of water. Together with its flat terrain, this had made it Westeros's foremost port for thousands of years, though King's Landing had stolen its limelight over the last three centuries.
Now seawater surged inland again. Throughout the ruins on either side of Oldtown, including City Hall and the Starry Great Sept, waterways of varying depths ran everywhere. Streets were submerged, and water flooded houses.
Gold and blood red, the two colors collided.
The Iron Islands' longships were packed too closely together to turn back quickly.
The Ironborn had adopted the Longwing Formation. The Iron Fleet occupied the Honeywine, while the longships filled the waterways through the ruins on either side of the river.
Gendry's reinforcements met them in