Only a handful of poleboats were operating on the river, for it was far too dangerous.
The peninsula at the confluence of the two rivers grew narrower as they went, while the abandoned buildings grew taller.
At the peninsula's tip stood a gigantic palace built of pink and green marble. Many of its domes and spires had long since collapsed, yet its ruins still towered above a row of sweeping arches.
The docks beside the palace could accommodate fifty ships. They had now become the home of the giant turtle Bonebreaker.
An astonishingly large horned turtle suddenly emerged from the Rhoyne, bigger than all the other giant turtles, bigger than an ordinary poleboat.
Its dark green shell was mottled with brown and covered in water moss, with all manner of dark mollusks clinging to it.
After surfacing, the giant turtle let out a bellow toward Myr, louder and clearer than any warhorn.
"We have been blessed!" The descendants of the Rhoynar aboard the poleboats wept with joy, tears streaming down their faces. "We have been blessed! We have been blessed!"
"That is the Old Man of the River."
Chapter 471: The Night's Watch Great Bear, the truth of Summerhall
The dragon horde danced in the morning light. Gendry rode the Black Dragon Balerion, Daenerys rode the Green Dragon Vhagar, and the White Dragon Viserys followed behind them.
The magic dragons' leathery wings cracked, and thunderous roars echoed through the air.
The dragon horde circled over the territories across the Narrow Sea: white Myr, the black inner city of Tyrosh, the flourishing Disputed Lands, and the new fortress, Wolf's Den.
Myr Bay was a tranquil harbor, yet the appearance of the magic dragons threw it into a frenzy-a miracle unmatched in the world.
The Three Daughters had dealt with magic dragons,