A thin layer of flame enveloped the Purple Sword, shining especially brightly in the night.
Flames wrapped the Purple Sword. This was not the legendary burning red sword; it was simply the power of a pyromancer Dragon King.
Daenerys watched this incredible sight. "This sword also has a spell for awakening flames?"
Every Valyrian weapon was extraordinary. The smiths of the Valyrian Freehold had used not only chisels and hammers to work iron, but spells to shape metal.
But weapons like Dragonbinder, the Valyrian steel armor, and the Purple Sword, which also bore inlaid arrays of Valyrian runes, were in a class of their own.
"That's right." Gendry nodded.
As the flames flowed, he once again felt the light and heat of a pyromancer.
A string of small, enduring High Valyrian characters appeared upon the flaming crown at the pommel, encircling it and taking shape once more.
"Supreme Sword, from the noble House Belaerys, chief Dragon King of the Assembly of Dragon Kings of the Valyrian Freehold."
Supreme, highest-these represented an ultimate extreme.
Gendry saw the words on the flaming crown. Supreme Sword was the name of this purple magic sword.
Belaerys, chief Dragon King-only a house of Dragon Kings like that could possess such resources.
At its height, Valyria had been the greatest city in the Known World, the center of the civilized world.
Within its coldly gleaming walls, forty rival houses had struggled against one another for power and glory at court, waging endless, venomously cunning, and often brutally bloody battles over the rise and fall of their influence.
Though the Targaryens had numbered among them, they could only be considered among the lowest-ranked.
As for core technologies, they had none. In the end, they had come to Dragonstone with dragons, two Valyrian steel swords, and some scrolls.