Teen Wolf: Dragon Among Wolves] Chapter 259: The Destruction of the Sept of Baelor
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High above the sprawling stonework and slate roofs of King's Landing, Jacob stood suspended in the void. His expression remained hollow, a cold mask that perfectly mirrored the dark state of his mind.
He didn't have to wait long.
The explosion tore through the silence of the city without a single warning. A pillar of emerald-green fire violently erupted from beneath the Great Sept of Baelor, tearing through the reinforced stone arches as if they were made of thin paper. The wildfire—the same substance the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen had planned to use to burn the entire city—detonated with a catastrophic force that shook the foundations of the city for miles around.
Jacob watched the green inferno expand with cold, indifferent eyes.
But then he saw them—the people outside the Sept. He saw the smallfolk who had simply been going about their ordinary daily lives; he saw the merchants hawking their wares, and the children playing in the dirty cobblestone streets. The explosion was consuming everything in its path, and the people outside the Sept had no time to escape.
Jacob's hand moved before he even thought about it.
He wrapped hundreds of people in his telekinesis—men, women, children, even animals—and teleported them away from the blast radius. He deposited them safely on the other side of the city, far from the destruction.
Executing the massive rescue took him only a second, after which he turned his calm gaze back to the explosion.
The Great Sept completely disintegrated before him. The grand crystal dome shattered into a million glistening pieces, and the massive towers collapsed into a mountain of burning rubble as a thick mushroom cloud of green flame rose into the sky.
After the explosion ended, Jacob turned his attention to the system.
'System, sign in.'
[Event Sign-In: Witnessing Cersei Lannister Destroy the Sept of Baelor – Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1️⃣ Buggy Dama (One Piece) x100: A modified cannonball originally designed by Buggy the Clown, capable of creating a massive explosion with a blast radius of a quarter-mile wide.
2️⃣ Amaterasu Ability (Naruto – Modified): The ability to generate and manipulate the legendary black flames of the Uchiha clan without requiring the Mangekyo Sharingan. Once ignited, these black flames cannot be extinguished by any mundane means—water immediately evaporates, and wind only spreads the inferno. The fire is relentless, burning continuously until the target is completely consumed.
⚠️ Counters & Limitations: Can be blocked by reinforced barriers forged from dense supernatural energy or elemental force. If a target is ignited, the flames can be purged or removed from the body by applying a sufficiently powerful surge of external supernatural or elemental energy.
3️⃣ Captain Cold's Cold Gun (DC's Legends of Tomorrow): A technologically advanced weapon built by Leonard Snart (Captain Cold). It fires a blast of super-cooled air that stops atoms cold, reaching Absolute Zero. It doesn't just freeze targets—it halts molecular motion entirely.]
Jacob read the rewards. He didn't smile. He didn't feel the usual excitement. He just acknowledged them and moved on.
'System, merge the Amaterasu ability into my body,' he commanded internally.
[Are you certain, Host?]
'Yes.'
He felt a warm current flow through him that faded within moments.
[Ability merged successfully.]
Jacob raised his right hand, flicking his fingers. A small, pitch-black flame instantly ignited within his palm, flickering with a terrifying, unnatural hunger that seemed to pull at the surrounding light. He closed his fist, dismissing the black fire, and activated his X-ray vision, scanning the stone layers of the city to locate Septa Unella.
He found her within the dark dungeons of the Red Keep, securely tied down to a table.
Jacob teleported, materializing instantly inside the dark stone cell.
Septa Unella was startled, her eyes widening as a teenager suddenly appeared out of thin air before her. Recovering from the shock, she simply stared at him, remaining completely silent.
Jacob looked down at her, his voice devoid of emotion. "Cersei just destroyed the Sept of Baelor. The High Sparrow and every single one of your fellow fanatics are currently ash. You understand exactly what she intends to do next, right? She is coming down here to make you pay for everything you did to her."
With a brief wave of his hand, the restraints binding Septa Unella to the table snapped, freeing her. "I promised to save you. So choose where you want to go, and I will take you there right now."
Unella rubbed her wrists, her voice raspy as she finally spoke. "I... I have nowhere left to go, Your Majesty. I do not know where to turn."
"I can take you to Essos," Jacob offered calmly.
Unella hesitated. "May I... may I come with you instead, Your Majesty?"
Jacob tilted his head. "Do you even know who I am?"
Unella gave a firm nod. "Yes. Every soul in Westeros knows your name by now. You are King Jacob Alexander."
Jacob said, "If you choose to follow me, then you will cease being a fanatic. You will not build another sept, nor will you continue to spread the faith of the Seven within the borders of my kingdom. Make your choice now—follow me and obey my rules, or go to Essos and do whatever you please."
Unella stared at the cold stone floor for a brief moment before looking up. "I will follow you and your rules, Your Majesty."
Jacob said, "Alright. I'll take you to my mother-in-law. You will become her personal maid. You two will get along perfectly."
He teleported with Unella to the Twins. After briefly introducing her to Victoria, he teleported to Meereen.
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King's Landing — The Red Keep Dungeons
After standing by the high arched windows of the keep, watching the Sept of Baelor burn to the ground in satisfaction, Cersei Lannister marched down toward the dungeons. She held a glass of wine in her hand, a cruel, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she anticipated the torment she was about to inflict upon Unella. Flanking her closely were Qyburn and the towering, silent form of the Mountain.
Qyburn led her down the damp corridor, inserting the heavy iron key into Unella's cell door and swinging it open.
The room was completely empty.
Cersei's smile vanished instantly, her face twisting with sudden rage as she slammed her glass against the floor. "Where is she?!"
Qyburn stammered, his eyes wide as he checked the chains. "I... I locked her to the table myself, Your Grace. The door was locked, and only I have the keys."
Cersei let out a piercing scream of raw frustration, her fingernails digging into her palms. She forced her breathing to slow down, a cold, venomous smile returning to her face. "Damn it... it must be that arrogant brat from the North. I remember he promised to save her." She smoothed down her gown, her eyes flashing with demonic energy. "It doesn't matter. The Lord of Light is on our side now, and Lady Nerissa will use her magic to defeat that brat. I will hunt Unella down alongside those two Stark whores, and I will make them beg for the mercy of death."
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Meereen, Dorne, and Highgarden
Jacob spent two hours with Malia and Daenerys in Meereen. Then he went to Dorne and spent another two hours with Lydia and Cora. Then he went to Highgarden and spent some time with Allison. Finally, he returned to Winterfell.
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Winterfell - Two Days Later
Two days passed without any attacks from the demons.
During those forty-eight hours, Jacob didn't sit idle. He and Cogman carved a bloody path across Essos, hunting down every red temple they could find and reducing them to rubble. They killed every priest and priestess of R'hllor they encountered—no exceptions, no mercy, no last words. By the time they were done, nothing remained of the red faith but ash and silence.
Then Jacob went looking for R'hllor in Old Valyria. He found the demon's underground palace, but R'hllor was nowhere to be found. Jacob destroyed the palace anyway, collapsing it into a pile of molten rock, and returned to Winterfell.
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Winterfell
The freezing night had settled over Winterfell. In the great hall, Jacob sat quietly before the hearth with Melissa and Sansa. The fire crackled softly, casting long, dancing shadows against the heavy stone walls. Melissa turned the pages of a book on Northern herbs, completely absorbed in it, while Sansa busied herself sewing a winter cloak. Jacob simply stared blankly into the flames, his mind elsewhere.
Suddenly, he felt it.
Three spatial portals opend in defrent places in winterfell, and from each portal, he felt demonic energy.
The first portal materialized directly within the courtyard, where Rickon and Shireen were playing near a massive bonfire, accompanied by Shaggydog and Jeff the Land Shark.
The second portal tore open inside the Library Tower, where Bran and Meera were quietly reading together.
The third opened high upon the battlements, where Jon Snow sat huddled around a fire alongside Samwell, Edd, and Davos.
Jacob was on his feet in an instant. "They're finally here."
Sansa and Melissa who felt the demonic energy as well stood up beside him.
"Split up," Jacob said, "I will handle the courtyard. Sansa, secure the Library Tower. Melissa, take the battlements."
Nobody argued, and nobody wasted a single second.
Jacob teleported instantly, materializing directly in the center of the snow-covered courtyard to protect Shireen and Rickon. A horde of shadow-hounds and razor-clawed shadow-fiends was pouring out from a swirling darkness, led directly by the charcoal-skinned assassin, Kaelen.
Simultaneously, Sansa vanished, appearing inside the Library Tower where Bran and Meera were cornered. A pack of twenty massive shadow-hounds was aggressively lunging across the room, led by a shifting, dark humanoid-like silhouette that completely lacked a physical form.
Melissa opened a circular portal with her Sling Ring and stepped through it, emerging on the high stone battlements. Jon, Samwell, Edd, and Davos stood frozen before a dark rift that had torn open in the air. Thirty slavering shadow-hounds poured through it, their eyes burning red—and behind them came a demoness with skin as pitch-black as Kaelen's, her eyes gleaming like polished obsidian.
Neither Jacob, Sansa, nor Melissa played around. They fought with absolute seriousness, unleashing their abilities to completely crush the shadow entities.
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Inside the Library Tower, Sansa thrust her hands forward, utilizing her telekinesis to instantly freeze all twenty shadow-hounds in place. Then, she focused her gaze onto the formless silhouette. She unleashed a concentrated beam of Phoenix fire, incinerating the shadow entity into nothingness before it could escape. The moment the shadow entity died, the portal closed. Sansa then closed her fists, using her telekinesis to twist the necks of the twenty frozen hounds before reducing their carcasses to ash with her fire.
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On the battlements, Melissa threw a handful of seeds from her spatial ring toward the thirty shadow-hounds and the charging demoness. Channeling her Dryad nature magic, the seeds reacted instantly, rapidly growing into thick, thorn-lined vines that tightly entangled and bound the entire pack of hounds.
The black-skinned demoness dissolved her body into shadow and disappeared as a seed landed right at her flank, instantly erupting into a dense tree trunk.
The demoness materialized a split second later behind Melissa.
Melissa turned to face her, and the demoness used her shadow powers—shadow tendrils grew from the ground and bound Melissa.
Seeing Melissa struggle but unable to free herself, the demoness bared her fangs, drawing a jagged, cursed dagger to drive it into her throat. But the moment she closed the distance, Melissa—who had been pretending—exerted her strength, and the shadow tendrils broke. Before the demoness could shadow-teleport away, Melissa drove a devastating punch straight into her chest. The force of the blow shattered the demon's ribs, sending her crashing violently onto the stone floor of the battlements.
Refusing to grant her a single second to catch her breath or heal, Melissa immediately executed the thunder beast spell. A massive, four-meter serpent of pure blue lightning shot from her palm, striking the fallen demoness and brutally electrocuting her and burning her flesh.
Seeing the demoness barely conscious but still breathing as the lightning faded, Melissa finished it. She used the firaga spell, launching a compressed fireball straight at the demoness. The fireball exploded violently upon impact, blowing the demoness into scattered pieces and causing the shadow portal to wink out of existence. Melissa then clenched her fist, causing the thorn-vines to grew bigger and constrict tightly around the remaining shadow-hounds, crushing them to death.
Just then, Sansa appeared with Bran and Meera. After making sure Melissa and Jon were fine, Sansa burned the corpses of the Shadow Hounds and the pieces of the demoness to ash.
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Down in the courtyard, Jacob didn't take chances. The exact millisecond he appeared, he used his Space Element to completely lock down the space of the entire courtyard, causing the shadow portal that the shadow creatures were pouring from to collapse.
Then, with a swipe of his arm, he channeled his fire element, creating a colossal snake of flame that tore across the courtyard, swallowing the shadow-fiends and hounds whole, reducing them to ash in seconds.
Kaelen felt the immense power radiating from Jacob and completely panicked. He desperately tried to shadow-teleport, but he couldn't; he tried to open a shadow portal, but the void remained completely stagnant. Looking at the teenager who was staring at him with indifference, the assassin collapsed onto his knees in the snow, groveling in absolute terror. "Spare me! I beg of you! I can work for you! I will become your slave...!"
Jacob didn't bother talking to him. He simply looked back over his shoulder. "Shireen, Rickon. Close your eyes."
Shireen immediately squeezed her eyes shut. Rickon, however, stubbornly refused; he stared with wide, excited eyes as the giant fire snake completely vaporized the dark creatures, eagerly waiting to see how Jacob would execute the commander.
Jacob flicked his finger, using his telekinesis to freeze Kaelen in place.
Realizing his was doomed, Kaelen dissolved his flesh into shadow energy, trying to seep through the telekinetic grip, but the pressure was unbreakable; he remained completely trapped.
Jacob unleashed his lightning element, continuously shocking Kaelen until he turned back into his charcoal human form. He kept the high-voltage current flowing until black smoke poured out from the demon's mouth. Then, Jacob used his telekinesis to slowly, systematically crush Kaelen's limbs, breaking his bones and peeling his skin and muscles away in an agonizing slow display of retribution, before finally hitting the broken assassin with Amaterasu. The pitch-black flames erupted across Kaelen's frame, burning him until he was reduced to a pile of grey ash.
Jacob scanned the courtyard, ensuring every single shadow creature was dead, before releasing his spatial lockdown and dismissing the fire snake.
A second later, Sansa teleported everyone down to the courtyard to stand beside Jacob.
Sansa looked at the black ash, her brow furrowing. "Did you read the memories of the demon, Jay?"
Jacob shook his head, his voice flat. "No. I could feel R'hllor's parasitic energy coiled inside him. If I'd tried to read his memories, R'hllor would have killed him instantly—and that's a mercy I wasn't willing to give. Besides, R'hllor has already abandoned his underground palace. He definitely felt the feedback when I slaughtered his first commander a few days ago and fled. This one probably doesn't even know where R'hllor is hiding right now."
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Somewhere Beneath the Shivering Sea
Deep beneath the freezing, turbulent waves of the northern ocean, the dark water violently shifted.
R'hllor sat calmly atop the crowned head of a giant beast—a creature that looked like a massive, armored serpent. And there were more of them—dozens of them, swimming in formation behind him.
R'hllor and his beasts were heading for the far northern coastline of Westeros.
"So Kaelen has fallen as well," R'hllor murmured. "No matter. They were never meant to win. They were a distraction—nothing more. A spark thrown into dry grass, meant to start a fire while I prepared." His crimson eyes blazed through the dark water, burning with malice. "But soon... I will burn that arrogant brat's kingdom to the ground. I will make him watch as everything he loves turns to ash. And then—only then—I will kill him. And I will take his power. All of it."
Chapter 260: The Battle of Meereen
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Three days passed after Jacob killed the demon Kaelen. He didn't leave Winterfell—he only went to visit Allison and his other wives, then came back.
Winterfell was quiet in the early morning light, snow falling softly against the stone walls. Jacob lay in bed with Melissa and Sansa on either side of him, their breathing slow and peaceful.
Suddenly, Daenerys's voice echoed in his mind. [Jay, the Masters' armada has arrived at Meereen. Two hundred and fifty warships, two miles from the bay.]
Jacob's eyes snapped open. He carefully extracted himself from the tangle of limbs, kissing both women on their foreheads as they stirred.
"Guard Winterfell until I return," he said softly.
Sansa nodded sleepily.
Melissa murmured, "Be careful."
Jacob teleported.
He appeared in the Great Pyramid of Meereen, materializing beside Daenerys, Malia, and Cogman. He walked to the window and looked out at the bay.
Two hundred and fifty warships stretched across the horizon, their sails billowing in the wind. The morning sun glinted off their hulls, and the Masters' banners fluttered from every mast. They were arranged in a massive crescent formation, slowly advancing toward the city.
Jacob's expression remained cold. "Do the Unsullied know how to properly operate the energy cannons Cogman made for them?"
Daenerys nodded. "Yes. Although Cogman delivered them only yesterday, he and Stiles already taught Grey Worm and the Unsullied how to use them."
"Good," Jacob muttered. Reaching into his pocket dimension, he pulled out the energy machine gun and tossed it across to Stiles.
Stiles caught the weapon, a wide grin breaking across his face. "Oh, man. I've been looking forward to using this gun."
Jacob said, "Go crazy. And make sure our soldiers don't get hit by the Masters' flaming catapult stones."
Stiles said with an evil smile, "Don't worry. I'll destroy any warship equipped with a catapult first. I won't even give them the luxury of firing a single stone into the city."
Jacob took out three Spartan Lasers and handed them to Scott, Erica, and Missandei. "Here. Take these and protect the soldiers. Give them back when you're done." He looked at Stiles. "You too. Give me the machine gun when you're done."
Stiles frowned. "Wait... if we have this kind of firepower, why are we even making the common soldiers march down to the beach? Why don't Cogman and the four of us just head down to the shoreline, annihilate the fleet ourselves, and leave the Unsullied inside the city walls where it's entirely safe? That way we don't have to worry about protecting them."
"The soldiers will be responsible for killing any enemy who manages to swim to the shore after the ships disintegrate," Jacob explained coldly. "No one leaves this bay alive."
Stiles nodded. "I see."
Jacob looked at Cogman. "You do as you please and kill as much as you want. Don't spare any of them."
Cogman's smile was chilling. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
Jacob said, "Malia, Dany—you two are on demon duty. If they show up, you handle them. That means you stay out of the main battle until they reveal themselves."
Cogman looked at Jacob. "And what of you, sir? Aren't you going to join the battle?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. I'll watch from here and only join if necessary. Now go—the fleet is almost within range to initiate their catapult assault on the city."
With that, Scott, Erica, Stiles, Cogman, and Missandei left, leaving only Jacob, Daenerys, Malia, Tyrion, and Varys in the council chamber, looking out the window at the approaching fleet.
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The Harbor
Down along the massive stone harbor of Meereen, the automated defense line was fully set. Thousands of Unsullied soldiers stood in rigid, unbreakable formations, their spears gleaming in the morning sun. Embedded at regular intervals along the seawall were the heavy energy cannons Cogman had engineered, their barrels pulsing with a low blue hum.
The Masters' fleet pressed forward, the warships closing the distance until they breached the 400 meter (1300 feet) perimeter. The commanders on the leading ships began barking orders to load the massive catapults with round stones drenched in oil.
They never got the chance.
At the edge of the harbor wall, Stiles planted his boots firmly into the stone, lifted the infinite energy machine gun, and squeezed the trigger.
A continuous, blinding stream of high-density energy rounds violently erupted from the barrel, tearing through the air like a laser storm. The destructive force was absolute. The energy rounds slammed into the leading warship, instantly penetrating the thick hull and detonating the stored oil reserve. The warship violently exploded into thousands of burning fragments, completely obliterated before it could even drift another ten yards.
Stiles didn't stop. Sweeping the weapon across the fleet, he unleashed a storm of energy rounds, systematically targeting every single ship carrying a siege weapon. One by one, the ships exploded.
"Ha! Take that, you slaving bastards!" Stiles shouted, laughing like a maniac.
On the walls beside him, Scott, Erica, and Missandei raised their Spartan Lasers, then fired concentrated beams of crimson laser energy. Each shot pierced through a ship's hull like paper, punching through the wood and emerging from the other side. The ships didn't just sink—they exploded, the oil barrels detonating in chain reactions that sent debris flying hundreds of feet into the air.
Scott aimed at the largest warship, a massive galleon flying the banner of Yunkai. He fired. The beam struck the ship's oil reserve, and the entire vessel vanished in a massive fireball.
Stiles smiled as he fired shot after shot, each one hitting a different ship. "This is better than video games!"
Scott, Missandei, and Erica, were quieter. They aimed at the ships, destroying them one by one. They didn't take pleasure in the destruction—they simply did what was necessary.
Along the seawall, the Unsullied commanders triggered the energy cannons. Massive spheres of blue plasma shot across the water, impacting the crowded clusters of ships, shattering their frames, and sending shockwaves through the water.
Dozens of terrified enemy soldiers and heavily armored mercenaries threw themselves over the sides, desperately swimming toward the shore to escape the burning inferno of the ships.
But the moment their hands touched the wet sand, Cogman was waiting.
He did not use weapons. He used only his physical power—he crushed the skulls of the swimming mercenaries, ripped their hearts out, and even tore the enemies in half with his bare hands. Behind him, Grey Worm and the Unsullied moved forward in perfect, organized rows, using their spears to execute all the enemies that managed to drag themselves out of the water. The shoreline was rapidly stained red.
The Masters' armada fell into a state of panic.
The wealthy Masters of Yunkai, Astapor, and Volantis stood on their decks, their faces completely twisted in terror as they watched their proud fleet get erased with ease and with weapons they had never seen or heard of. They screamed orders that no one could hear over the explosions. Their carefully planned assault had crumbled in minutes. Ships burned. Men screamed. The sea itself seemed to be on fire.
"Retreat!" one of the Masters shrieked. "Turn the ships around!"
But it was too late.
Jacob appeared in the sky above Meereen, hovering in the void. He raised his hand and tore open a massive space portal connecting to Serendell above the bay.
From the massive portal, five monstrous silhouettes soared into the sky of Meereen.
Drogon came first, his black scales gleaming in the sun. He had grown larger since bonding with Jacob. His body was 15 meters (50 feet) from snout to tail. His wingspan stretched over 30 meters (100 feet), and his fire burned hotter than ever.
Rhaegal followed, his green scales shimmering like emeralds. He was equally massive, his roar echoing across the bay.
Viserion came third, his cream-and-gold scales catching the light. He was the smallest of the three, but still formidable.
And then came the others.
Kisarax emerged from the portal like a nightmare given form. She was bigger than Balerion the Black Dread had ever been—a mountain of black scales and green eyes. Her body stretched 152 meters (500 feet) from snout to tail, her wingspan 246 meters (810 feet). She was so massive that the three younger dragons combined couldn't match her size.
And beside her flew Saphira. She was 30 meters (100 feet) long, with a wingspan of 60 meters (200 feet). She was smaller than Kisarax, but much stronger, and her blue flame burned hotter.
Jacob ordered them mentally. [Destroy the fleet. Leave none alive.]
They obeyed.
Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion dove toward the fleet, their fire breath setting ships ablaze. The wooden hulls caught fire instantly, the flames spreading from ship to ship. Men screamed and jumped into the sea, only to be crushed by the burning debris.
But Kisarax was worse. She opened her massive jaws and unleashed a torrent of fire. The flames were so hot that the ships didn't just burn—they vaporized. Wood, metal, and flesh turned to ash in an instant. The sea itself evaporated where her fire touched it, creating clouds of steam that rose hundreds of feet into the air.
Saphira was even more devastating. Her blue flames burned hotter and killed faster than even Kisarax. Any ship caught in her blue flame was gone in a fraction of a second, erased from existence.
Combined with Stiles's relentless machine gun fire, the Spartan Lasers, and the energy cannons blasting from the shore, the Masters' 250-ship armada was almost completely destroyed, leaving only a few ships scattered here and there, desperately trying to flee.
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The Great Pyramid
Jacob, Daenerys, Malia, Tyrion, and Varys watched from the window.
Tyrion's face was pale. "This is not a battle," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's a massacre." He looked at Jacob. "We've already won. So maybe... spare what's left of them, Your Grace."
Jacob's expression didn't change. "They chose their side," he said flatly. "They tried to destroy my wife's city. They would have killed every man, woman, and child inside these walls without a second thought. Now they're paying the price. And if we couldn't fight back? If we were the ones helpless and outmatched? They wouldn't show us an ounce of mercy." He paused. "So why should I?"
Varys said nothing. He just watched.
Tyrion sighed, then shrugged and drank his cup of wine in one go. Then he looked at the sky, his eyes fixed on Kisarax. "Is that Kisarax, Your Grace?" he said to Daenerys.
Daenerys said, "Yes. And I'm sure you've heard of her before. She's a ghost from a hundred and seventy years ago—from the Dance of the Dragons era. They called her the Cannibal back then."
Tyrion looked at Daenerys with shock. "What?" Then he looked back at Kisarax in the sky. "Fascinating! To think a dragon could live this long and grow this big."
Suddenly, Jacob, Daenerys, and Malia felt it.
Demonic energy. Two distinct sources, from two opposite corners of the city.
He looked at Malia and Daenerys. "Go. Kill the leaders first, so they can't use portal magic to escape. Then kill the minions. Be careful."
Malia nodded, her eyes glowing red. Daenerys's eyes glowed gold, her dragon features already beginning to show.
They each opened a portal with their Sling Rings—Malia to the eastern corner of the city, Daenerys to the western.
Jacob watched them go, then looked back at the water. The massacre was nearly over.
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Two massive, dark portals tore open in the air—one in the eastern quarter of Meereen, the other in the west. From each portal stepped one of the fire demon twins: Ignar from the first, Ignis from the second.
Both stood three meters tall. Their skin was like cooling lava—black and cracked, with veins of bright orange fire pulsing beneath the surface. Every step they took left scorch marks on the stone beneath their feet.
Behind each one of the twins came their forces. Ten red priests and priestesses in crimson robes, their hands already glowing with fire magic. And behind them, thirty Fiends—horned, giant red-skinned humanoid brutes wreathed in flames. Some wielded flaming whips, others carried swords.
The moment they appeared, Ignar and Ignis began shouting orders. "Go! Destroy the city! Kill every human in sight and burn Meereen to the ground!"
But before the monsters could take a single step forward, a shimmering golden circle materialized directly in front of each vanguard. The circles rapidly expanded into spinning portals from which Daenerys and Malia emerged.
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Daenerys's Side
Daenerys appeared in a back alley of Meereen, her golden eyes immediately locking onto the demon Ignar and his forces. The moment she felt their evil demonic energy—the corruption, the malice, the hunger for destruction—something primal awakened within her. All she wanted was to erase them from existence.
Her body shifted in an instant. Golden horns emerged from her head, golden scales spread across her body, and massive golden wings unfurled from her back.
She didn't speak. She didn't hesitate. With her natural hatred for evil creatures burning in her chest, she attacked.
She went straight for Ignar. Condensing her photokinetic energy into a dense, blinding spear of solid light, she launched herself with terrifying speed.
The poor demon didn't even have time to process what was happening before the light spear drove directly through his chest, piercing his heart in a single hit.
Ignar's eyes went wide with shock. He looked down at the light spear buried in his chest, then back at Daenerys. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came. His body crumbled to the alley floor and died.
The portal Ignar and his forces had come through closed the moment he died.
Daenerys didn't pause. She turned to the ten red priests, her expression cold. With a swing of her arm, she reshaped her light spear into a sword. One swing—a single, perfect arc—and all ten priests were decapitated. Their heads hit the ground before their bodies realized they were dead.
Feeling her draconic aura and her light energy, the thirty Fiends panicked. Some bolted, scrambling over each other to escape. Others, their minds broken by sheer terror, threw themselves at her in blind, suicidal attacks. And some simply cowered in the corners, their flaming whips and swords shaking in their trembling hands.
Daenerys raised her hand. Light beams shot from her palm, one after another, each one finding its mark. The Fiends died screaming, their bodies burning from the inside out as the purifying light consumed them.
It took her less than thirty seconds to kill them all.
Then she waved her hand, using her fire element to burn the remains to ash. When she was done, nothing remained but scorch marks on the stone.
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Malia's Side
Malia appeared in a different corner of Meereen, her red eyes immediately finding Ignis and his forces.
She didn't hold back either.
The moment she stepped through the portal, she coated her entire body in crackling lightning. She appeared in front of Ignis in a blur of speed, her hand extended.
A powerful lightning bolt shot from her palm, striking Ignis directly in the chest. The impact blew a gaping hole through the demon's molten torso, killing him instantly.
The portal Ignis and his forces had come through closed the moment he died.
Malia turned to the ten red priests. She spread both hands, using her wind element to create a localized windstorm. The winds howled, picking up debris and tearing through the alley like a hurricane. The priests were shredded—their robes, their flesh, their bones all ripped apart by the razor-sharp winds.
Without breaking her rhythm, she turned to the thirty Fiends. Lightning crackled around her hands as she fired precise lightning bolts at each monster, killing a target with every single hit until the street was entirely clear.
When she was done, she opened a portal to the council chamber where Jacob was watching the fleet's destruction.
Jacob looked at her through the portal.
Malia said from the other side, "I'm done here. Come burn the bodies."
Tyrion and Varys, who had been standing nearby, peeked through the portal and saw the monstrous bodies of the Fiends. They took several steps backward, their faces pale with fear.
Tyrion's voice trembled. "Those things are demons?"
Jacob ignored him, stepping through the portal to burn the bodies to ash. He returned with Malia a moment later.
Just then, Daenerys appeared through her own portal, her hybrid form shifting back to human.
The three of them walked out of the council chamber, stepping onto the stone balcony and looking at the bay.
Daenerys looked at the Masters' armada—what was left of it. The ships were destroyed, burning or sinking beneath the waves. Bodies floated on the water's surface, debris scattered across the bay. The sea itself was stained with ash and blood.
"It's over," she said quietly.
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. Let me get rid of the broken ships and bodies."
He stepped forward to the edge of the balcony, raising his hand. He used his telekinesis and water element together, gathering all the ships—from the surface and from the bottom of the sea—along with the bodies. He raised them into a massive water ball that hovered above the surface of the bay.
Then he used his fire element, burning everything inside the water ball to ash. The water itself turned to steam, rising into the sky and dispersing into the clouds.
When he was done, the sea was clean. Calm. Peaceful.
He looked at the clear water and said, "Now we need to deal with the Lannister army and that demoness with them."
Daenerys walked to his side. "Did you or Cogman find R'hllor yet?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. But we will find him eventually."
Just then, a portal appeared in the council chamber. Cogman, Scott, Stiles, Erica, and Missandei stepped through.
Stiles looked at the Sling Ring on Cogman's hand with envy, then looked at Jacob. "How come you gave Cogman a Sling Ring and you didn't give me one?"
Jacob's voice was flat. "Because he needs it to better serve me and my wives. Now give me the guns back."
He took back the energy machine gun and the Spartan Lasers. Then he looked at Cogman. "Chris will use our army from the Reach to fight the Lannisters. So give them better swords, bows, spears, and armor."
Cogman nodded. "Can I participate in the battle against the Lannisters?"
Jacob said, "Sure. I'll also send Kai and the samurai to help. As for the demoness, leave her to Allison to deal with."
He kissed Daenerys and Malia. "You girls stay here until R'hllor shows himself. Then you can join me to fight him. I'll deal with him, and you girls will join Allison and the others to deal with his army. I'm assuming he won't show up alone."
Daenerys and Malia nodded.
Jacob said, "Alright. I'll be going now, back to the North. See you later."
He teleported above Meereen and opened a giant portal to Serendell. Saphira, Kisarax, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion flew through it, returning home.
After that, Jacob teleported back to Winterfell.
Stiles watched the spot where Jacob had vanished. His expression was unusually serious.
"You know, ever since I met him," he said, "Jacob always had a smug, irritating smile on his face—the kind that made people want to punch him. But he hasn't smiled since the day those two villages were destroyed."
Daenerys's voice was soft. "Melissa and Sansa told me he hasn't eaten anything since that day either. He still blames himself for not being able to protect those people."
Malia crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. "He'll be fine. He just needs to kill R'hllor. Once that's done, he'll be back to normal."
Daenerys looked out at the now-calm sea. "Yeah. He just needs time—and R'hllor's head."
Stiles shook his head. "I hope you're right."