(Third-person perspective)
The people of the Three Sisters found themselves in dire straits; their ships were adrift at sea, and their rations were dwindling. Two long days had passed, and the hopeful crew struggled to confront the harsh reality. Fear and despair weighed heavily on them, and the rations only prolonged their suffering.
Their thoughts were consumed by the homes and loved ones left behind on the Three Sisters, and they felt powerless to protect them from the imminent threat. As time passed, a sense of helplessness permeated the trapped fleet. They knew that their homes might also be attacked at this very moment, but they were powerless to do anything about it.
They tried to hunt orcas, but the orcas only surfaced, remaining too far for their scorpions and ballistae to reach. This was their last desperate attempt. They poisoned the meat, intending to throw it back into the sea. Unable to use their precious dried meat, they resorted to using the bodies of the ship's dead crew.
"Bo said, perched on the mast."
" Rep, don't eat the corpses they're going to throw into the sea."
He asked in a voice full of curiosity.
"Why? Humans may not taste as good as seals or fish, but they're still quite delicious."
"You know Father doesn't like us eating humans, so you should do it. If we eat them, even our own people will start to fear us, and they'll poison the corpses, so you'll die if you eat them."
This was the first time Rep had ever heard of poisoning meat, so he asked innocently.
"Humans aren't harmful to the body like balloonfish and jellyfish. How did they make them like this?"
Bo sighed and remarked with emotion.
"Why do we also have a muscular brain like my brother?"
What is a muscle brain? Does it taste good?
"Ha, so that's what we call people like you and my brother."
"At this point, the sailors began throwing the bodies into the sea."
Can we eat this?
Bo said angrily.
"Keep going, eat them; I don't care anymore. Keep going, eat them, and then die, you oversized fish!"
"I am not a fish. I am an orca."
Rep began to beat the corpses with his tail and send them back to the ship.
As Nightfall fell, Erebus and his Crow retinue returned to the ship with a group of rats. They placed the rats on the deck, then left with another group. Now, it was Wannian's turn to take over; the little rats scurried about, ready to carry out their assigned tasks under the cover of darkness. Wannian stood among the rats he controlled and spoke.
"Don't be afraid, my ninja comrades! Our esteemed master has entrusted me with an extremely important mission! We must find every grain of food and every drop of water hidden in those containers and excrete within them! Everything depends on our stealth and hard work!"
Aermir and his army finally reached Longsister. The island had a town, three Citadel, and several small villages. The town was adjacent to the imposing stronghold of the island's rulers House Longthorpe. However, the island's other two Citadel paled in comparison to House Longthorpe's stronghold, Stormhold. These smaller Citadel, held by House Stormcliff and House Ironcrown, looked more like fortified strongholds than true Citadel.
As Aermir's army prepared to attack the House Stormcliff's Citadel, he transformed into Druid and took flight. He flew towards the Citadel. Observing this transformation, they knew the eagle was Druid. Archers atop the Wall began firing arrows in his direction. To their surprise, each arrow skillfully changed direction, never hitting the Druid. Even when he maintained a consistent flight trajectory, not a single arrow struck its target. Aermir's " Wind Shield " (jelmio sumby) spell blocked the incoming arrows, ensuring his safety as he approached the Citadel.
Aermir landed gracefully on the gate tower of House Stormcliff Citadel, his human form forming seamlessly. At the same time, tense archers rained down arrows, but not a single one struck him, as if an invisible shield enveloped him. He whispered an incantation, "Kelio rugiet ( Lion's Roar )," and then his voice echoed through the Citadel like Earthquake as he asked, "Who is the master of this Citadel?"
A heavy silence filled the air for a moment, and no one dared to answer. But finally, a little boy stepped forward from among the onlookers.
"I am Oswell Stormcliff, son of the Lord of Stormcliff. In my father's absence, I am the Lord of the Citadel," he declared. Though the boy tried to appear brave, his trembling voice and anxious expression betrayed his true feelings before the Druid. Aermir said coldly.
"It won't do when he's not here, my child. You are the new lord of this Citadel. Every one of your men and lords rests in their new misery. As you can see, we are here, but your men are not. You have lost this naval battle."
The soldiers and the villagers behind them began to protest, scream in sorrow, and gasp in shock.
"I, the priest of the Old Gods, command you to lay down your weapons and submit to Lord Aermir Drasil new lord of this island. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to destroy this Citadel. I do not wish for unnecessary bloodshed, but the unprovoked attack by the Three Sisters must be punished."
The voice of Emre the Druid echoed in the hearts of everyone in the Citadel, deeply moving them. The boy mustered his courage and spoke...
"We serve only the Arryn; the Stormcliff will not bow before invaders."
Aermir let out a hearty laugh.
"The pirates act as if they are the victims, as if they are glorious, while you and your people are the scourge of these waters, the aggressors in this conflict. I have offered you a peaceful solution, but you refuse to accept punishment. So, today, Winter has come for the House Stormcliff."
Aermir reverted to his eagle form and flew back to the army he awaited. From high above, he saw his double clad in knightly armor, dashing and imposing, gripping the Valyrian steel— " The Moon Guardian." He swiftly returned to the ranks of the paladins and Drasil Knights, merging with his troops. There, he imbued 200 of them with the Vanguard skill, transforming them into behemoths.
Aermir steadfastly took the lead, utilizing his Druid powers. First, he summoned a small wind elemental and a wolf-like Wildfire Spirit. With this powerful combination, his magical abilities were amplified. Wind and fire intertwined, and he unleashed a powerful Combination Magic.
" Crimson Fireball ( Rubys Perzys )!"
Aermir conjured a massive, deep red Fireball, Fireball hung before him, growing larger and more intense with each passing moment. When Fireball reached its zenith, he resolutely launched it towards the steel and wooden gate guarding the Citadel. A blinding, scorching light erupted upon impact, followed by a thunderous explosion that shattered the gate.
As the smoke cleared, Sith charged forward, Aermir's double riding on her back, shouting, "Charge!" With unwavering spirit, they burst through the destroyed gates and stormed into the heart of the Citadel, ready to fight the guards inside.