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Leo's presence alone shifted the air; even the dragon riders felt their breath shorten.
He spoke calmly.
"I will give you one final warning.Surrender."
The traitor commander, the arrogant old rider, sneered.
-Sneer
"The war is already inevitable, boy."
"Come quietly, or Eldoria will disappear."
A low, rumbling laugh broke from one Eldoria knight —
-Pfft
"...."
A Beastkin with wolf ears flicking in amusement.
The old man snapped his glare to the knight.
"You dare mock—"
He stepped forward,
Reaching for Leo's collar in an act of utter disrespect.
He never made contact.
His arm stopped existing in his reach —
Cut so cleanly, so quickly, that his mind registered the loss only after the knight moved.
The wolf-featured knight stood relaxed, sword lowered, eyes gleaming with predatory confidence.
"...."
Not a drop hit the floor.
Not a sound was wasted.
Only the old man's shocked gasp.
-Gasp
"Ahhhhh!!!"
He stumbled back, clutching himself, unable to process what had happened.
"ATTACK!"One of the remaining traitor riders shouted.
They lunged—
But three collapsed instantly as glowing arrows appeared embedded in their foreheads,
Shot with supernatural precision by Eldoria's elven archers.
They fell silently.
Cleanly.
Effortlessly.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The hall went still.
Those arrows had been faster than thought.
The final two traitor riders panicked, shouting for their dragons to descend—
But they didn't get the chance.
A massive hand clamped onto their heads from behind—
Lifting both men clean off the ground.
"...."
"...."
It was the Ogre Warrior Knight, previously human-sized,
Now expanded to a towering giant form,
His body glowing faintly with runic marks.
He spoke with calm disapproval.
"Treason carries consequences."
Both riders went limp in his grasp,
Their heads squeezed by sheer force of his grip.
He dropped their bodies like discarded dolls—
Unharmed beyond fainting, but utterly defeated.
"...."
The traitor commander, now on his knees, trembling,
Stared up at Leo in pure terror.
"W–who… what are you peoples you were definitely not good peoples…?"
Leo didn't even look at him.
Not once.
"...."
His voice remained icy and indifferent.
"You were warned."
Leo stepped toward the shattered balcony,
Wind whipping his coat.
He looked up at the raging dragon battle with calm interest…
Then thought in his mind.
'System. Summon Ghidorah. Let the world see.'
The system chimed.
[Affirmative...]
[Summoning: KING GHIDORAH]
And then—
The small patch of winter sunlight vanished.
Clouds rolled violently across the sky in seconds.
A booming crack split the heavens.
CRRRRRAAAAAACK—
Lightning tore the sky open, jagged and golden-white.
Rhaenyra gasped.
-Gasp
"...."
"...."
"...."
Alicent stumbled back.
Rickon Stark shielded his eyes.
Even Rhaenys Targaryen, battle-hardened and fearless, stepped forward in awe.
"What… what is this power?"
Leo simply glanced at Rhaenyra with a smirk.
"My mount."
Rhaenyra's eyes went wide, excitement lighting her face.
She had seen Ghidorah once—
Far away, on Eldoria,
When Leo first showed her what a true apex creature looked like.
Even then, the titanic beast felt like something beyond dragons…
'something closer to a god.'
She whispered with childlike wonder.
"It's him… The Sky Tyrant…"
Alicent blinked, confused.
"...."
"You… you have another dragon?"
Rhaenyra shook her head quickly.
"Not a dragon. Something… far greater."
Rhaenys shot her a sharp look.
"Greater than Meleys?"
Rhaenyra nodded gravely.
"Greater than all of them. It's his mount."
Hagoromo Gitsune's eyes glimmered curiously,
Her pupils narrowing into fox-like slits.
"...."
Her midnight hair lengthened, shimmering with supernatural energy.
She glanced at Leo with a half-smile and asked teasingly.
"My King… I would like to play."
Leo nodded calmly playing along with her.
-Nod
"Go on. Just don't start a war we don't need."
Her smile widened mischievously.
"I will be gentle."
Then she leapt from the balcony—
Her form dissolving into swirling black flames.
She landed mid-air, balancing on nothing as she sprinted across an invisible path of fox-fire toward two dragons locked in a vicious clash.
Her presence alone startled them—
"...."
"...."
Both dragons recoiled, sensing a predator older than their species.
Up above, the dragon war abruptly stalled.
Every dragon—
Enemy or ally—
Large or small—
Young or old—
"...."
"...."
"...."
Suddenly whipped their heads toward the northern sky.
They felt it.
A presence so overwhelming…
So ancient…
So colossal…
Their instincts screamed.
"KNEEL."
A storm cloud split open—
-FLASH
Lightning revealed a silhouette.
Three enormous serpent-like necks…
Three colossal heads snapping with electric fury…
Wings that blotted out the sun…
A roar that made the mountains shake.
SKREEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNG!!!
White Harbor froze.
"...."
Boats rocked.
Windows shattered.
-Shatter
People collapsed, hands over their ears.
Even Meleys—
"...."
The proud Red Queen—
Let out a distressed growl and backed away mid-air.
Rhaenys whispered in terror.
"…By all the gods…"
Through the storm clouds, the golden titan emerged.
Wings crackling with lightning,
-Crack
Three heads writhing in perfect harmony.
Scales reflecting the storm's fury,
Aura so intense the very air felt heavy,
The dragons of Westeros folded in on themselves like frightened birds.
One small green dragon tucked its wings and dropped straight to the ground, refusing to fly.
Another curled mid-air into a defensive ball, whimpering.
Meleys flared her wings protectively standing before the Manderley Hall—
Even she understood instinctively that this creature was beyond her.
Rhaenys breathed out one shaky sentence:
"That… is no dragon."
Rickon Stark swallowed hard.
-Gulp
"That is a calamity."
Alicent whispered:
"Leo… commands that…?"
Rhaenyra only smiled, chest rising with pride.
"I told you. According to my mother, Leo is worshipped as god in many worlds."
The traitor dragons cowered, wings shaking.
And below—
Hagoromo Gitsune moved like dancing fire.
A panicked dragon tried to flee toward the mountains—
She flicked a finger,
Scattering an illusion that washed over its senses like a dream.
The huge beast faltered mid-air…
And drifted gently into a deep, forced sleep, landing softly on a snowy hilltop.
She looked at Leo and smirked.
-Smirk
"One runaway handled."
Rhaenys stared at Ghidorah's silhouette behind Leo.
"...."
Three colossal heads.
Golden wings that drowned out the clouds.
Lightning dancing around its body.
Rhaenyra's words echoed in her mind.
'He's not from our world.'
It finally made sense.
Her throat tightened.
"…A god."
That was the only explanation that fit.
She stepped forward slowly—
Hesitantly—
And bowed her head slightly.
"King Morningstar… thank you. You have saved lives today."
Rickon Stark had no hesitation.
He bowed—
Not out of fear, but out of reverence.
The old ways of the North whispered.
"Honor the divine when it walks among you."
"The North thanks you, King Morningstar. Truly."
Lord Manderly followed instantly, bowing deeply.
The Eldoria knights didn't bow—
They simply stood proudly behind their king.
Leo chuckled softly at the sight.
-Chuckle
"Enough. Stand."
His crimson eyes glimmered.
Leo turned his gaze upward.
The traitor dragons still hovered, trembling, confused.
With a gesture of his hand,
Shadows rippled around their wings, binding them in place.
Some dragons shrieked—
But they were unable to move.
Rickon watched in awe.
"He commands shadows themselves…"
Hagoromo Gitsune smiled knowingly.
"This is his new power."
Leo looked toward the battlefield outside then inside the chamber—
The bodies of the nine riders who had betrayed Rhaenys.
And two dragons that had been overwhelmed and slain by the traitors' ambush.
No blood.
No gore.
Just silent, fallen forms.
Rhaenyra glanced at him.
"Leo…?"
His eyes shifted—
"...."
Crimson glowing with a deep amethyst aura.
Shadow Monarch energy rippled across the hall.
Then Leo whispered a single command.
"Arise."
The word echoed like thunder.
Shadows surged like black mist across the courtyard.
The bodies—
Human and draconic—
Were wrapped gently in darkness.
No pain.
No grotesque movement.
Just silhouettes reforming as if shaped from ink.
Then—
One by one—
The fallen riders opened their eyes.
Their armor darker.
Their auras strengthened.
They stepped forward in perfect unison and knelt before Leo.
"We serve."
Behind them—
The two fallen dragons stirred.
Their bodies formed from shimmering shadow-light, their eyes glowing violet.
They bowed their massive heads toward Leo—
And then dissolved into dark mist, flowing into Leo's shadow like the tide pulling back into the ocean.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rhaenys stared in utter disbelief, her voice cracking.
"You… you resurrected dragons…"
Alicent backed up a step, trembling.
"This… this can't be real…"
Rickon Stark whispered.
"The god of shadows…"
Rhaenyra smirked proudly.
"This is only a fraction of what he can do."
Hagoromo Gitsune let out a satisfied sigh.
-Sigh
"Look at you, my king… Finally using your new power."
Leo stretched lightly,
As though he'd just finished a mild morning exercise.
"Hmm. Not bad for a first try."
His shadow pulsed lightly behind him—
Now holding...
9 Shadow Riders
2 Shadow Dragons
And countless lesser shadows gathering for their king.
"...."
He smiled with genuine contentment.
The storm light flickered.
The thunder groaned one final time.
And King Ghidorah —
The Three-Headed Sky Tyrant —
Dissolved into golden lightning and vanished from the sky as the system teleported him back to Eldoria at Leo's mental command.
The storm he brought slowly faded…
But the fear,
The awe,
The reverence,
…remained in the hearts of every soul in White Harbor.
Every dragon hovered silently, trembling.
Rhaenyra exhaled, smiling.
Alicent stared upward, pale.
Rhaenys's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Rickon Stark wiped sweat from his brow.
The entire harbor —
Thousands of people —
Watched the sky in stunned silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—
Leo stepped forward.
And spoke.
He didn't shout.
He simply spoke.
Yet his words rolled across White Harbor like divine thunder.
Every ear heard him.
Every soul felt the weight.
"People of the North."
The wind carried his voice through every street.
To every rooftop.
To every terrified watchman on the walls.
"Know this."
A faint crimson aura shimmered behind him.
"So long as your alliance with Eldoria stands…"
"…no king, no throne, no empire, no dragon…"
His eyes glowed faintly purple-red.
"…and not even the gods themselves…"
"…may threaten you."
The crowd gasped.
-Gasp
Children peeked from behind mothers.
North men whispered prayers.
Rickon Stark felt his knees weaken.
Leo turned his head toward the sky where Ghidorah had vanished.
"Let the world hear it."
"If any dares to bring harm to the North…"
His aura exploded outward,
A silent shockwave felt by all.
"…they will face my wrath."
A pause.
The wind carried his final words like a prophecy carved into the bones of the land.
"A wrath the world should pray it never witnesses again."
Citizens many dropped to their knees instinctively, praying or trembling.
Northern Soldiers slapped fists over their chests, pledging silently.
Lord Manderly lowered his head reverently, whispering.
"We stand with Eldoria."
Rickon Stark took a deep breath, feeling the weight of destiny settle on the North.
"This is no king…"
"This is a guardian."
Rhaenys watched Leo with trembling lips.
"A god who commands dragons… and raises the dead…"
Alicent looked shaken, but relieved.
"No one… No one will dare harm us now."
The wind at White Harbor had finally settled.
The smoke of battle still clung to the sky.
Leo, after issuing his divine warning to all of the North, quietly returned to his temporary room.
Hagoromo Gitsune followed him like a silent shadow,
Her eyes glowing with leftover battle thrill.
She wanted to stay near him —
"...."
The adrenaline of the fight still rushing in her veins.
The door closed behind them.
Outside, the aftershocks of the battle shook everything.
While Leo vanished into the keep,
Rhaenyra and Alicent remained behind with Rhaenys.
Alicent silently cleaned dust from her dress, her thoughts a storm.
"...."
Rhaenys…
Stood still among the broken pieces of what once was her pride.
Her loyal dragon riders.
Her dragon fleet.
The legacy she built with her own hands.
And now —
Gone in a single hour.
She looked older, sadder, and immeasurably cold.
Rickon Stark approached her…
And his usual calm, northern composure was gone.
His face —
stone cold.
"...."
His eyes —
Burning.
He looked like a wolf who finally understood the size of the threat stalking his land.
"Lady Rhaenys,"
He said, voice low.
"I will never forget what the Crown just did today."
Rhaenys remained silent.
"...."
Rickon continued, trembling not from fear but rage.
"If King Morningstar was not powerful… if his mount had not come…"
His fist clenched until blood dripped.
"…White Harbor would be nothing but ashes."
The hall went silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even the wind seemed to listen.
Finally, Rhaenys inhaled softly and turned toward the grieving Stark lord.
Her voice held decades of burden.
"You must direct your fury to Viserys, Lord Rickon."
Her tone sharpened.
"Not at me. Not at Rhaenyra."
She looked toward the sky where her dragons once flew.
"I was betrayed today as well."
Her fingers tightened on her cloak.
"Those dragon riders… those bastards of House Targaryen I gathered… trained… protected…"
Her throat tightened with emotion.
"…they were my life's work."
Rhaenyra's expression softened.
Alicent looked down, shame touching her features.
"...."
"...."
Rhaenys lifted her chin.
"The question is not what I have lost today."
Her eyes turned colder.
"The question is why Viserys… allowed his Hand to send ten dragons to burn an entire northern city and kill the squad which I build by my sweat and blood."
Rickon's jaw locked.
He nodded —
-Nod
"...."
Deeply.
Rickon turned away abruptly, fury blazing through him.
He walked straight to his solar where Cregan stood waiting.
The young wolf saw his father's expression and swallowed.
-Gulp
"...."
Rickon sat, grabbed a quill…
And began writing furiously.
Letters —
Dozens of them.
To every lord of the North.
To every bannerman.
To every ally.
And even to neutral houses of the Riverlands and Vale.
The tone was ice-cold:
The Crown sent dragons to burn White Harbor.
Eldoria defended us.
Ten dragons fell.
We stand with Eldoria.
Any who attack the North will face a god.
Cregan watched the seal of House Stark press into the wax.
"Father… this will shake the entire realm."
Rickon didn't stop writing.
"Good."
Meanwhile Rhaenys remained in the harbor,
Staring at the blood-stained floor… and the cold corpses of the dragon riders she had personally recruited, trained, and shaped.
Young bastards.
Lost children.
Orphans with dragon blood.
She had built them from scratch.
Forged them into a force the realm respected.
And now…
"...."
All gone.
Her voice cracked softly —
An emotion she rarely showed.
"…I spent my youth for this fleet."
Rhaenyra approached quietly.
Rhaenys whispered:
"And the Iron Throne destroyed it in one command."
Her eyes harden.
"This time I will not forgive."
KING'S LANDING...
RED KEEP...
The throne room was quieter than a grave.
Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, gripping the armrest with growing impatience.
"...."
"...."
"...."
He kept looking toward the doors, waiting… waiting… waiting for the dragon riders to return with:
Leo Morningstar in chains,
Rhaenyra "rescued,"
Alicent returned to her father,
and Eldoria cowed before the Iron Throne.
But instead—
The doors slammed open.
-Crack
Otto Hightower stumbled in.
His face white as chalk.
"...."
Sweat dripping down his temples.
A crumpled letter clenched in his trembling hand.
Viserys' brow furrowed.
"Otto? What is it? Where are the dragon riders? Where is Rhaenyra?"
Otto didn't answer.
Instead, he sank to one knee in front of Viserys,
His breath shaking.
For the first time ever…
He looked terrified.
Viserys snatched the letter from Otto's hand.
The Stark seal.
His heart throbbed painfully.
"...."
He opened it.
He read.
And with each line, the blood drained from his face.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Ten dragon riders.
Dragons got captured.
The fleet destroyed.
Rhaenyra standing with Leo Morningstar.
Alicent declaring she left willingly.
The North publicly severing ties with the Crown until Viserys apologized and gives a good reason for their betrayal.
White Harbor defended by Ghidorah,
A three-headed monster of impossible size.
And finally, Rickon Stark's words.
"If not for Eldoria, White Harbor would be ash. The North will stand with King Morningstar. Should the Crown attack again, the North will answer with war."
Viserys' fingers shook so violently he could hardly hold the parchment.
"…war? War… with the North…?"
He looked up at Otto—
Eyes wide, breath shallow.
Otto couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Lord Viserys… your dragon riders—all of them—they were BETRAYED!"
Viserys' heart stopped.
"Betrayed? By who?!"
Otto's voice cracked.
"…Rhaenys."
The words echoed like thunder he couldn't believe his ears Rhaenys was the one who created that squad as a compensation for supporting his claim on Iron Throne.
"Rhaenys killed them?"
"No… It was Eldoria! The traitors among them turned, dragons fought in the sky—WHICH WHITE HARBOR SAW—and then Leo Morningstar destroyed them ALL using his mount three headed monstrous dragon!"
Viserys staggered back into the throne.
Breathing hard.
Chest tight.
"Impossible… Dragons don't fear anyone… why would it follow him."
Otto swallowed hard.
-Gulp
"…they feared him, Your Grace."
He whispered the last part.
He placed another letter—
This one from a loyalist house from the Vale—
In Viserys' hands.
Viserys skimmed it—
And froze.
The whole realm already knows.
Ravens everywhere.
Letters spreading the truth.
Eldoria defended the North.
Leo Morningstar commands powerful armies.
He commands monsters.
He commands a dragon larger than ANY in Westeros.
And worst of all—
Rhaenyra's words, copied in letters across the kingdom.
"My father tried to kill my mother. My mother lives because of King Morningstar. I renounce my title as Princess of the Seven Kingdoms."
Viserys dropped the letter.
It fluttered to the stone floor.
"...."
His vision blurred.
"…Aemma…? Alive…? Rhaenyra… renounced… The North… allied… Dragons captured…"
He couldn't breathe.
The room spun.
The king slumped forward, gasping, clutching his chest.
"No… no… this cannot… This cannot be happening…"
Otto rushed forward.
"Your Grace, calm yourself—"
"CALM MYSELF?!"
Viserys roared, face red, voice cracking.
"I HAVE LOST TEN DRAGONS! THE NORTH DECLARES ME ENEMY! MY DAUGHTER DEFIES ME! A FOREIGN KING HUMILIATES ME!"
Then, quieter… broken…
"Aemma… is alive…? How?"
Otto's voice trembled.
"…Your Grace… Eldoria… Show how brought her back to life. According to the little information we have."
Viserys's eyes widened.
"...."
A mix of hope.
And dread.
The king swayed.
His knees buckled.
And he collapsed onto the floor.
"...."
Guards rushed in as Otto shouted.
"THE KING HAS FAINTED! GET THE MAESTERS—NOW!"
The throne room burst into chaos.
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