Boom! ! ! ! !"
The colossal bronze bell, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, hung in the central clock tower. With a deafening metallic tremor, it tumbled through the green-tinted sky and crashed heavily onto the ruins of the Dragon Pit in the distance, emitting a dull, oppressive thud.
The Great Sept of Baelor, a magnificent monument to the Faith of the Seven, was violently crushed from within by an invisible, green giant hand!
The seven crystal spires vaporized in one second, and the wildfire transformed into a colossal pillar connecting heaven and earth, sweeping outwards in a ring from the church's center.
Wherever it passed, stone steps liquified, statues evaporated, and fleeing crowds left no ashes behind, instantly becoming distorted silhouettes projected onto walls, then consumed by even higher temperatures.
Hot winds peeled back the earth, dyeing the entire sky above King's Landing into an eerie, swaying emerald green hellscape.
"Cough, cough!"
Viserys Targaryen coughed violently.
He struggled to raise his head, his golden pupils reflecting the green inferno he had personally created.
He had done it!
Using the phantom magic he obtained from the wizards of the The Temple of the Undying, he successfully deceived the Night King, who considered himself a god, luring him into that deadly trap filled with an immense amount of wildfire!
He unleashed the "masterpiece" his father, Aerys Targaryen, had failed to complete, sacrificing the entire Great Sept of Baelor, along with the Faith of the Seven it represented, to the flames of vengeance.
"It's over..."
Viserys Targaryen whispered hoarsely, "Everything is over, including that damned Night King..."
All the hidden humans shared the same thought at this moment.
They huddled behind broken walls and in cellars, watching through cracks as the surging green sea of fire consumed the Night King.
The monster that even dragons couldn't kill had finally vanished in this demonic fire.
A deathly silence fell over the scene.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the sea of fire!
However, just as everyone was about to let out a sigh of relief, an unexpected change occurred in the center of this green sea of fire, which symbolized destruction and ending.
The flames, as if suppressed by some invisible force, parted to both sides.
A figure slowly rose from the molten stone ground.
It was the Night King!
His entire ice crystal armor had not melted; instead, illuminated by the green flames, it refracted an even more eerie, more indestructible, ghostly blue cold light.
Wisps of white cold air, as if alive, seeped from the surface of his body, stubbornly resisting the surrounding high temperatures capable of melting steel.
Beneath his feet, a circle of frost was rapidly spreading, refreezing the liquid stone into a grotesque, frost-covered form.
He raised his head, his eyes burning with blue soul fire, piercing through the flickering curtain of fire and once again precisely locking onto Viserys Targaryen, as if the explosion that could have incinerated a city and destroyed a kingdom was merely a slight chill to him.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."
Viserys Targaryen's face was filled with nothing but horror.
He stumbled backward, almost sliding off Sunfyre's side.
"Wildfire is the masterpiece of pyromancers, the pinnacle of fire magic, capable of burning even stone! How could you possibly..."
Viserys Targaryen's voice caught in his throat.
The common folk, who had witnessed this scene from afar, all gaped, but no sound escaped them.
Their pupils trembled violently, reflecting the true harbinger of death who had returned unharmed from the green hell.
The faint glimmer of hope that had just ignited was once again extinguished by despair.
The Night King ignored them.
He simply raised his hand, pointing at Viserys, pointing at the golden dragon beneath his feet.
This time, the chill condensed at his fingertip caused the surrounding rampant green flames to dim and retreat.
The hunt was far from over.
"Go, Sunfyre!"
Viserys Targaryen frowned.
Without hesitation, he mounted Sunfyre and left King's Landing, fleeing towards Dragonstone.
He knew that the Night King at this moment was no longer the easily killable entity from the original story.
The endless winter had granted him even more powerful ice magic... The sea wind was biting, and Dragonstone, like a black dragon's tooth wedged between sea and sky, emerged on the horizon.
Viserys Targaryen lay on the dragon's back, the wind whistling in his ears.
He could feel each beat of Sunfyre's wings heavier than the last, as if invisible chains were wrapped around its wings.
Just as they soared over the Narrow Sea, the surface of the sea suddenly froze into an boundless mirror of ice.
The Night King stood on the ice, and the faces of millions of the dead floated and wailed within his transparent body.
The next moment, he stretched out his hand, and the black currents of the entire wight army converged into his body like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
Countless corpses merged into a colossal wight, its waist barely reaching the clouds.
The thousand-zhang-tall wight giant overlooked the world, its eyes burning with a chill that could dim the stars.
And before it, even a giant dragon was as weak as a mosquito or a fly.
"Quick!"
Viserys Targaryen roared, his fingernails digging deep into the crevices of the dragon scales.
The volcano of Dragonstone was right before them.
At this moment, seven wild dragons were circling the volcano.
Their long necks gazed at the sky, and as their maws opened and closed, crimson fire magic was sucked out like streams.
Dragonmount was the source of the dragons' power.
With a wail from Sunfyre, its power was rapidly draining, merging with the magic of the other dragons into Viserys Targaryen's body.
This was a secret art from the The Temple of the Undying — Dragon Binding Spell!
By absorbing the magic of dragons, one could enhance their bloodline purity and magic!
Viserys Targaryen leaped from the dragon's back, landing on the volcano's edge.
The heat waves ruffled his silver hair, revealing his smooth forehead.
He could feel the surging magic from deep within the earth calling to him, like long-lost subjects awaiting their king's return.
"It's time."
Viserys Targaryen spread his arms.
The next moment, endless pain surged, as if every inch of his skin was being reshaped in a furnace.
But Viserys Targaryen's consciousness remained exceptionally clear.
He saw the rebels conquer King's Landing, heard Sunfyre's first roar in the sea of fire.
Those past scenes flashed through his mind like fragments, finally freezing at this moment.
Dragon scales "fluttered" as they pierced Viserys Targaryen's skin.
His vision ascended, and Dragonstone gradually shrunk beneath his feet.
He saw the Night King, transformed into a wight giant, from across the Narrow Sea, saw the brightly lit Pentos on the other side of the Narrow Sea, saw the entire world become so small, yet so worth protecting.
His bones were still growing madly!
When Viserys Targaryen fully stretched his body, the shadow of the giant dragon already enveloped all of Dragonstone.
The thousand-zhang-tall dragon spread its wings, each scale engraved with ancient runes, its golden eyes like the midday sun.
The King descended from the sky, furious and ferocious!
No roar, no declaration of war!
The two behemoths charged at each other in silence, ghost and dragon, ice and fire, colliding completely, as if their fate had already been written.
In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent, and the winds and clouds changed color.