Viserys Targaryen, you are as foolish as your ancestors. Those Dragonlords of Valyria, sitting on their thrones, thought they could control the world. What was the result? I devoured everything."
The Night King sneered.
The thousand-zhang tall Wight Lord raised his hand and pointed at the Dragonstone volcano beneath his feet, saying, "Look at Dragonstone beneath your feet, it is merely a reflection of another Valyrian Freehold. And you will become the next monster struggling in the doomsday wasteland."
Viserys Targaryen naturally knew what he was talking about!
The monster of the black god Balerion, severely wounded in the ruins of ancient Valyria, was naturally the Dragonlords of the Forty Dragonlords of Valyria who had lost control of their dragon forms.
Listening to the Night King's mockery, Viserys Targaryen suddenly laughed, a smile full of scorn and resolve.
"You're right, Night King."
Viserys Targaryen nodded with a sinister smile, "The Dragonlords of Valyria were indeed foolish. They always wanted to hold onto power, which gave you an opportunity."
Molten gold-like flames ignited in Viserys Targaryen's eyes, and he turned his head to say, "And I, compared to those kings who cling to life, am more of an ordinary person who dares to overturn the table!"
The next moment, Viserys Targaryen spread his arms, and Dragonstone beneath his feet began to tremble.
That was the greatest treasure his ancestors found on Dragonstone, the power of the earth veins collectively sought by the Targaryen Dragonlords.
"Since you want doomsday,"
Viserys Targaryen's voice echoed between heaven and earth, "then I will give you doomsday!"
He suddenly clasped his hands together.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
The sky above Dragonstone turned blood red.
The volcano was no longer erupting, but completely beginning to disintegrate.
The entire island began to crack from within, and countless scorching rays of light shot out from the cracks in the earth's crust.
The earth veins sleeping beneath the island began to awaken, transforming into pure energy torrents that swept across heaven and earth.
The Night King showed a look of shock for the first time.
He tried to retreat but was firmly held back by the giant dragon that Viserys Targaryen had transformed into!
Viserys Targaryen stood at the center of Dragonstone's earth veins, his killing intent practically overflowing.
He looked at the Night King and said word by word, "The Dragonlords of the Valyrian Freehold didn't want to perish together, giving you a chance to escape. But this time, it is the Dragon's own choice."
The next moment, the entire Dragonstone transformed into a giant sun.
The light devoured everything: the ocean, the sky, the undead, and the Night King's incredulous expression.
This was the Dragon's last gift to the world—the Doomsday Catastrophe.
The light devoured the world faster than a flying dragon.
The Night King's millennia-frozen face showed cracks for the first time.
In his pupils, which burned with eerie blue flames, Viserys Targaryen's figure was reflected.
"You're insane..."
The Night King's voice was no longer the mocking tone from before, but trembled with disbelief.
His thousand-zhang tall body tried to retreat, but the sea beneath his feet had already boiled, and the inferno that Dragonstone had become clung to him tightly.
"Targaryen, you dare—"
His words were drowned out by a deafening explosion.
That was not an ordinary explosion, but the collapse of order, the disintegration of rules.
The Dragonstone volcano was no longer erupting lava, but "existence" itself—rocks turned to light, seawater turned to gas, history turned to nothingness.
The Night King stretched out a giant hand made of ice, trying to grasp something.
But everything it touched dissipated.
His arm began to become transparent, and the millions of wailing souls within him shrieked and annihilated in the extreme light.
"No—"
At this moment, he was no longer the Lord of Death who made the Seven Kingdoms tremble, but like a gambler who had lost all his chips, regret appearing in his eyes.
He never imagined that this last Targaryen, this silver-haired prince whom he thought he could crush at will, would make such a mad choice.
Not escape, not surrender, but dragging the entire future of the Dragon with him, jumping into eternal darkness.
Viserys Targaryen turned back in the center of the light pillar and took one last look at the Night King.
His Dragon's bloodline was burning, but his eyes were unusually calm.
Boom—
The final explosion arrived.
The Night King watched helplessly as his body disintegrated like grains of sand; the ancient, unyielding ice was less than a single drop of water before the blazing sun that Dragonstone had become.
In the instant before complete annihilation, he suddenly understood.
He thought he brought death, but what Viserys Targaryen brought was a void more absolute than death.
"I... shouldn't have..."
The Night King's last words were unheard by anyone, and along with his thousand-zhang tall body, he was dragged into the sea of fire that Dragonstone had become.
The light continued to expand until it illuminated the entire Blackwater Bay as if it were daytime.
When the light finally dissipated, nothing was left on the sea surface.
No island, no Dragon, no undead, only a void, faintly glowing sea level.
Dragonstone was completely erased!
...The massive explosion was like the first ray of light at the dawn of the universe.
It pierced through the gray mist that had enveloped King's Landing for months, like a golden holy sword, cleaving through the barrier built of death and cold.
A soldier, huddled behind a broken window frame in The Red Keep, was the first to feel something amiss.
He looked up in astonishment and saw a ray of sunlight fall precisely on his hand, which was covered in frostbite and grime.
"Light..."
He hoarsely uttered this almost forgotten word, his voice as faint as a dream.
The next moment, more light pierced through the clouds, like a breaking dam, pouring furiously onto the long-suffering city.
The eternal cold mist, which enveloped everything and represented the Night King's power, let out a nearly mournful "sizzle" and quickly retreated.
Among the ruins, the survivors helped each other out, squinting their eyes, greedily looking up at the long-lost, heartbreakingly blue sky.
They seemed unable to believe that the nightmare that had devoured everything had truly ended so suddenly.
But in this warm sunlight, everyone clearly felt that the Long Night had vanished!
With the sun shining, King's Landing was reborn.
In every corner of the city, a huge, almost overwhelming sense of relief permeated the silent stillness.
Looking at the three fire Dragons still circling high in the sky, Jon Arryn, the Lord of the Vale, hesitated repeatedly but finally ordered the alarm bells to be rung, signaling surrender!
Clang, clang, clang—
The melodious bell sound spread throughout King's Landing, symbolizing the old powers' submission to the new king!
However, facing the enemy's proactive surrender, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen, Young Aegon, and others were still consumed with anxiety.
They rode their Dragons, searching everywhere at sea, trying to find Viserys Targaryen and his mount, Sunfyre.
The Night King had indeed disappeared, but along with him, Viserys Targaryen and all the wild Dragons that had remained on Dragonstone had also vanished!