The ice giant's offensive capabilities were limited to melee combat, but its massive size and sturdy icy frame made it an excellent shield, effectively covering the retreat of the two women.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! A volley of crossbow bolts flew toward Wright. He dodged swiftly, grabbing a nearby soldier to block the rest. Without hesitation, he hurled the lifeless body into the cluster of enemies, toppling several of them.
Glancing toward the source of the crossbow fire, Wright noticed that some Golden Company soldiers had infiltrated nearby houses, climbing to the second and third floors. More were moving onto rooftops, positioning themselves and nocking their arrows, preparing to attack again.
Wright turned, cutting down a few soldiers blocking the doorway, and entered the house where the ice giant stood. Nymeria and Tyene were still fighting, stubbornly holding their ground as they waited for him.
"You two need to leave now. Go find your father," Wright commanded.
With a swift gesture, he cast a wall of fire at the door to temporarily block the pursuing soldiers.
"Put out the fire!"
"Throw debris over it!" Golden Company soldiers outside scrambled to extinguish the flames but were temporarily stalled.
The two women had only ever seen Wright use basic spells before. Today, they witnessed him unleash his full magical power in combat. Encased in glowing magical armor and surrounded by radiant halos, Wright remained unscathed despite the chaos. They realized staying would only burden him further.
Tyene removed a necklace from around her neck. The pendant was a small transparent glass vial containing a crimson liquid. "This is a potion I made specifically for you. It's been ready for a while. I tested it — it restores Magicka, but..."
Before she could finish, Wright took the vial, kissed her lightly on the lips, then did the same to Nymeria. With firm resolve, he pushed them both toward the ice giant.
"Follow the ice giant. My connection to it will guide you. Once you're safe, I'll dispel the magic, and it will shatter. One more thing: do not trust the Sealord. The Golden Company couldn't have mobilized here without his permission."
The two women nodded, finally abandoning their worry for Wright. They followed the ice giant as it created a path toward the Sealord's Palace.
"Forget about those women! Focus all attacks on the Baratheon!" Myles Toyne leaned heavily against the wall. His severed arm had been crudely bandaged, and several of his ribs were likely broken.
Though he had lost the ability to fight, Myles Toyne stubbornly remained to command. If he fled, the morale of the Golden Company would shatter in the face of such a formidable enemy, and the soldiers would scatter. By staying, he anchored their resolve. Wright, no matter how powerful, was still human, not a dragon. He couldn't fly, and his stamina was finite. As long as they could kill him, all sacrifices would be worthwhile.
The area's civilians had long since been evacuated. The deafening sounds of battle and the sight of heavily armed Golden Company soldiers converging made it clear that a significant event was unfolding. When people noticed the ice giant roaming the streets, panic spread. Braavos, known for its bold and daring populace, still had no desire to spectate a large-scale military conflict. Fear quickly rippled through the city as residents fled the area.
Wright glanced at the small vial in his hand. Traditionally, blue potions restored Magicka, red healed wounds, and green poisoned enemies. But with Tyene's alchemical touch, the colors had become entirely random.
Sensing that the ice giant had moved far enough away, Wright placed the Dark Sister on the table.
"The Sealord and the Golden Company dare to hire Faceless Men to kill me. And now they boldly deploy troops within the city? Whatever your goal is, you've crossed the line. You came for me — then you'll die here!"
He lowered his hands, palms facing upward, as he began to channel all his Magicka. Raw power gathered visibly around him, radiating from his body and coalescing into his hands. As his magicka transformed into tangible energy, the concentrated force began to glow and ripple. Streams of shimmering light surged from every part of him, converging at his palms.
Raising his arms slowly, Wright felt the unrestrained chaos of his magicka, its weight pressing down on him. The strain caused his legs to bend slightly, while the magical turbulence whipped his hair wildly.
The violent energy swirling around his arms grew hotter, turning into fiery gold and crimson flames that spiraled rapidly. His black hair danced in the heatwaves as the fire blazed brighter and fiercer.
Planting his feet firmly, Wright pressed his hands together. The flames condensed into a single fireball, its intensity causing the air around it to shimmer and distort.
"Ha!" With a loud shout, he launched the fireball straight upward. The projectile tore through the ceiling and roof like paper, leaving a scorched, circular hole behind. Nothing could impede its destructive power.
"That's satisfying!" Wright muttered, taking stock of his Magicka reserves. Despite wearing a ring that reduced the cost of destructive spells by ten percent, his energy was down to a quarter of its full strength. Opening the vial of magical restorative potion, he downed it in one gulp. Immediately, he felt Magicka from the surrounding air begin to flow back into his body, though not at a rapid pace.
He grabbed the Dark Sister from the table, its blade once again crackling with lightning. Enveloped in the dragon-shaped magical armor, Wright leaped back into the fray. With two strides, he plunged into the Golden Company's ranks outside, resuming the slaughter.
Night had fallen, and the people of Braavos were now fully aware of the large-scale conflict unfolding in the district of Muddytown. Eyes turned toward the area in curiosity and concern. Suddenly, a fireball burst from the roof of a house in Drowned Town, streaking skyward with dazzling gold and crimson light. It shot through the heavens at incredible speed, piercing the clouds in mere moments and casting the surrounding sky in hues of fiery gold and red.
"Magic!" murmurs and whispers spread through the city. Such flames did not behave naturally.
Nymeria and Tyene, having reached a crowded street, looked up at the fireball with astonishment. The ice giant that had been their guardian had melted away. Spurred on by the sight, the two quickened their pace, rushing toward the Sealord's Palace.
Just as the crowd thought the spectacle had ended, a brilliant flash illuminated the heavens, only to vanish as abruptly as it appeared. The entire sky turned a radiant gold-red, its light intensifying. Something seemed to be brewing above, as though the sky itself was about to collapse.
A deafening explosion followed.
"Boom!"
The colossal sound reached every corner of the city, startling the populace. People ducked instinctively, their courage momentarily overwhelmed. Even the soldiers of the Golden Company fighting Wright faltered, and many indoors rushed outside to see what had transpired.
The Sealord, Oberyn, Daemon Sand, Illyrio, Ronald Clinton, Viserys, and Daenerys emerged from their respective locations, drawn by the thunderous roar. They gazed upon the night-shrouded Braavos, now awash in the fiery glow from the sky.
For a moment, all fell silent. No one dared to speak, their voices stolen by awe and fear. They stared, spellbound, at the golden-red sky.
Then, from the clouds, a fiery meteor burst forth.
The meteor appeared to have a molten core, surrounded by blazing gold-crimson flames, trailing a brilliant tail of fire as it hurtled toward Braavos. Another followed, and then another, as if the heavens themselves rained destruction.
"Boom!"
The first meteor struck near Drowned Town, its impact obliterating a three-story building and reducing it to rubble. Burning debris shot into the air, soaring as high as six stories, while nearby structures collapsed from the shockwave. Fires spread rapidly, igniting additional buildings. Smoke and dust mixed with the flames, turning an entire street into an inferno.
One meteor's devastation was catastrophic, yet more followed.
"Boom!" Another fell. Then another.
The southern part of Braavos now resembled a vision of hell, ravaged by fire and chaos. Explosions echoed ceaselessly, drowning out the screams of those trapped within. Fire and ruin consumed the streets, and the blazing light painted the city's darkened skies.
In the Sealord's Palace, the Sealord gripped Oberyn's arm, his face pale and trembling.
"What kind of man have we provoked?"
"I underestimated him as well," Oberyn replied, prying the Sealord's shaking hands free. "Now, you'd best start thinking about how to survive this." He turned, dragging a stunned Daemon Sand with him as he exited the palace.
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