( Robert Baratheon's perspective)
Sandley Citadel's the Wall weren't high; they were made of wood. As we slowly approached them, terrified screams came from behind the Wall. The Ironborn had lost most of their soldiers in battles on both the northern and southern fronts. That's why their Citadel only had about half their usual number of soldiers.
Just as we were preparing to launch our attack, a huge black bird swept overhead and began to move toward the House Sunderly's Citadel. As it approached the Citadel, it began to rise, ascending to the highest point it could reach, before swooping down with lightning speed. Before the bird even touched the Citadel gates, the gates crashed down with a deafening bang, as if struck by the head of a ram.
Clang
The bird kept rising and swooping down, each time shaking the city gate violently. In the chaos, Sandley's soldiers fired many arrows at the bird, but none hit it. The arrows seemed to change their trajectories to avoid striking the bird. After each swoop, the gate was more severely damaged. After the fifth swoop, the gate broke open. The bird changed direction and began to approach us. My men began to make noise.
" The Druid is helping us!"
As the soldiers stared in astonishment at the broken gate, a bird landed on the open ground in front of me. It was almost a teenager. It must have been one of the birds the Druid had conjured in Casterly Rock. I had never seen such a large Crow in my life. The bird drew near, and my knights, swords in hand, began to build a wall before me.
"Let it pass. If the Druid wants to hurt me, it won't land."
The bird was right in front of me, its enormous wings spread wide. When fully extended, it was larger than my royal carriage. Its next move was mesmerizing. It stretched one wing forward as if bowing in greeting; then, the bird flew away.
For a few seconds, I didn't know what to do. Everyone who saw it was stunned. When I came to my senses, I immediately raised the hammer and shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Charge!"
With my roar, everyone snapped out of their daze and began to attack, shouting excitedly at each other as they ran.
"The Druid respected the king and helped us."
Yes, he kept his word and helped us, but at the same time, he was also showing off his power. Most of my men didn't even understand that. Ser Selmy approached me and whispered.
"My king, do you think he did this only to help us?"
It seems that Ser Selmy's keen senses have not yet dulled despite his advanced age.
That's exactly what I think.
(Male protagonist's perspective)
We defeated Victarion Greyjoy and his soldiers, but both brothers managed to escape. I don't mind letting frightened rats run away. If I want to catch them, I'll have to reveal my true strength, and I'm not ready yet.
Until I'm certain there are no more powerful spellcasters on this continent, the role of the Emre the Druid will be my last line of defense; it's incredibly useful. Now, if I need to subdue nobles or royalty, I can use him directly. I don't have to make enemies for myself. Once I'm ready, I won't care whether they know the Druid is me, but until then, he will be my red line.
After Lika's death, I always tried to be more careful and in control, but sometimes I felt like I couldn't control myself and would get furious. I hated my teenage self. I knew I messed up, but it wasn't until I calmed down that I realized what I had done.
A few weeks ago, I didn't intend to kill that Kingsguard. I acted impulsively, and only realized what I had done afterward, but it was too late. My brain chemistry was terrible; I must be more in control. As Aermir, I'm already at odds with Glover; I don't need any more enemies, especially in the North.
Half an hour later, we will arrive at Harlaw. Our battle plan is to attack the House Volmark first, then eliminate the other smaller families, and finally attack Ten Towers. The House Volmark is the most powerful vassal of the House Harlaw.
If we attack House Harlaw first, the other houses will have to rally to help their patriarch, but it would be a more advantageous strategy for us to defeat one or more of them before they rally. We're in the captain's cabin. Lord Stark, Harrick, Caygan, and I are all in the room, "Lord Stark said, looking up from the map.
"Are you sure you can destroy the gates of the House Volmark Citadel?"
"As Emre the Druid, I can, but sir, until I return, you must pretend to be discussing this with me. That way, no one will realize that the Emre the Druid only appears while I'm gone. As we discussed, you should order the army to attack as soon as they land, so that Volmark won't have time to block that breached gate. You and I will join the battle a few minutes later."
I opened the large window and flew out. After reaching the shore, I found a grove of trees. After landing, I used the surrounding vegetation to disguise myself as Emre the Druid. Once ready, I transformed into a golden eagle and flew towards the House Volmark's Citadel.
I began to circle in the air until the House Stark saw me. I landed and began to prepare my spell. Seeing a bird turn into a man, the Volmark's men panicked and screamed in terror.
" Wildfire Spirit "
First, I summoned the Wildfire Spirit to enhance my fire magic. During training, I discovered a new casting method I call Combination Magic. I can only cast this spell with a level 2 spell at most, and it takes a long time to cast, but its power is stronger than my level 4 spells, so it's worth a try, especially since I don't have any spells that can deal the same damage. After summoning the Wildfire Spirit, I cast a level 2 Fireball Spell with both hands.
Fireball Spell.
As the Fireball formed, I forcefully combined the spells with both hands. At first, doing so would cause an explosion, and I don't remember how many times I died in the Training Space, but I still managed to combine them successfully, and now I'm very skilled at it.
After learning this, my control over magic improved significantly. When I started combining spells, the spell would momentarily become unstable. In that instant, I could stabilize it, but this would make the spell slightly more powerful than a level three spell, which wasn't enough. Therefore, instead of stabilizing it, I focused on keeping it unstable and freed one hand. With that hand, I cast a level two Wind Ball.
" Wind Ball "
As before, at the same time the spell was forming, I pushed it into the unstable Fireball spell. The Fireball expanded instantly; the oxygen provided by the wind ball amplified the power of the Fireball Spell. After struggling to control it for a few seconds, I successfully created a new spell. It was a Fireball, but not the standard color of Fireball; instead, it was dark red and 1 meter in diameter.
In the Training Space, I tried combining four Fireball, but they kept exploding. I figured that was my limit, so I gave up and named it " Crimson Fireball." This spell isn't very useful in other situations because it takes a few minutes to cast and 30 mana, but it's perfect for siege battles.
As I condensed it, it began to hiss ominously like a pressure cooker. I was expending more and more magic, so I released it toward the Citadel gate. It flew out like a cannonball, and with a huge explosion, it obliterated the gate.