Dozens of fiery meteors crashed down around Muddytown, their impact causing buildings to collapse and burn, encircling the Golden Company soldiers within.
This was Wright's doing. He had deliberately controlled the range of the meteors to ensure no one from the Golden Company could escape.
On the rooftops, the archers saw the ring of flames and realized the severity of the situation. Panic spread among them as they hastily scrambled down from the buildings, hoping to flee.
On the ground, soldiers were confused, obstructed by the turns in the streets and the towering buildings. They could only see flashes of red above, followed by explosions and fires spreading everywhere. Some soldiers tried to escape, while others, driven by rage, only sought to kill Wright even more desperately.
"Ah!"
"Fifth squad, form up and charge!"
"Kill him!"
"Archers, get ready! Where are the archers?"
Wright continued his assault, wielding the Dark Sister. The potion Tyene had given him worked wonders, and Wright was waiting for his magic to fully recover.
His clothes were soaked in blood, and in a fit of frustration, he tore them off, exposing his well-toned muscles. The potion seemed to be having an unusual effect, as Wright's skin took on a reddish hue, glowing faintly.
As a Baratheon, Wright was already towering and strong, and with his enhanced vitality, stamina, and strength, he was a formidable force. The Dark Sister blazed through the air in a deadly arc, leaving electric streaks in its wake, cutting down several soldiers with each swing.
The streets were filled with screams and shouts. As soldiers fell in front of them, those in the back were still charging forward, unaware of the carnage ahead. The cries of the dying were drowned out by the thunderous shouts of those still rushing in.
Close combat sent adrenaline surging through Wright's veins, heightening his sense of excitement and allowing him to disregard the fear and pain of battle.
"Kill the Baratheon bastard!"
Wright grabbed a soldier by the leg, swinging him around and using his body as a shield. The soldiers of the Golden Company hacked at the man with their swords, but Wright's human shield absorbed most of the blows, resulting in only screams of agony from the soldier.
With a swift motion, Wright flung the man's body flat and gripped his leg with both hands. With a sickening crack, the soldier's leg bone broke under the strain. At the same time, the force transferred to the man's body, launching it into several soldiers, knocking them over and sending them sprawling. The once-makeshift shield went limp, blood pouring from his mouth as his body collapsed to the ground.
In the chaos of battle, once a soldier fell to the ground, without quickly getting up, they were doomed to be crushed underfoot.
Soon, the only thing left of the shield soldier in Wright's hands was a severed calf.
He tossed the leg into the pile of soldiers, but as he did, an arrow pierced his shoulder. The two defensive spells he'd cast absorbed most of the force, and the arrow only managed to penetrate less than an inch. Wright pulled it out, feeling his blood boiling. His focus shifted entirely to killing, no longer concerned with defense.
The Dark Sister's magic shifted, and the crackling lightning turned into flames. The scalding blade cut through armor with ease.
"Ha!" Wright swung the sword in a horizontal arc, but then suddenly switched tactics, bringing the sword down in a powerful vertical strike that cleaved the opposing soldier in half. With the momentum, he turned from defense to offense, pushing further into the throng of enemies.
The bodies piled up, forming a vast mound. The street was flooded with blood and guts, and Wright's body, along with his hair, was soaked in it—some his own, some his enemies'.
In the distance, flames soared into the sky. Amidst the narrow streets, a blood-drenched warrior stood atop a mound of corpses. His black hair and the flaming sword whipped through the air as he faced down hundreds of soldiers.
Wright's magic had recovered. He conjured a massive fireball and hurled it into the mass of soldiers. Limbs and severed bodies flew in all directions as an explosion created a gaping hole in the enemy ranks.
"Today, you all die!" Wright roared, plunging the Dark Sister, still burning with fire, into the ground at his feet.
"Ah!"
He began to gather his magic, his hands glowing with intense power. Wright's speed at gathering magic was faster than normal casting. The magic surged across his body, turning into wild, white-hot energy. As it passed over his skin, it left behind a trail of cuts and blood, causing him to cry out in pain.
A fierce wind began to whip through the streets. The soldiers of the Golden Company, seeing Wright preparing to cast a spell, tried to charge at him, but the wind picked up in strength, causing debris and dust to swirl around, blinding them.
"Ha!" With a final shout, Wright unleashed his spell.
The wind transformed into a violent tornado, howling fiercely as it spun around Wright. The tornado was mixed with shards of ice. The soldiers closest to Wright were swept off the ground and flung into the air. They threw their weapons at him, and the archers fired arrows, but all were sucked into the swirling vortex, unable to harm Wright.
The magic Wright was using was originally ice-based, but this time he had amplified the wind element, minimizing the ice properties to maximize the range and ferocity of the storm. The ice crystals didn't carry much power, but with the abundance of debris in the city, they were just as deadly.
The ice shards, weapons, and flying debris spun rapidly within the tornado, striking anyone who got too close with deadly force. The soldiers caught in the maelstrom were quickly torn apart, their blood spraying in circles through the air.
Seeing Wright remain in the center of the storm, still casting his spell, the remaining Golden Company soldiers realized the intensity of the power he wielded. The wind continued to grow, both in speed and range.
Unable to approach, and with their weapons rendered useless, the remaining soldiers saw no hope. The spinning tornado was like a meat grinder, and with morale shattered, the few hundred soldiers left turned and fled in a panic.
"Want to escape?" Wright continued to pour his magic into the storm.
Soon, the soldiers of the Golden Company realized the truth — outside Drowned Town, the entire area was already a sea of fire and ruin. Crossing the wasteland was impossible, especially with the fire raging. Anyone who tried would be doomed.
The tornado rapidly expanded into a storm with a radius exceeding one hundred meters. Roof tiles were ripped off and walls collapsed, as countless pieces of furniture and debris were sucked into the storm.
The people of Braavos had only just witnessed a meteor shower and had not yet recovered from the shock when another strange storm rose up in Drowned Town. Mixed with flying debris, the storm wreaked havoc through the city.
Panic spread across the city, and even the city guards were unable to maintain control. They too began to flee, as countless ships set sail from the harbor, attempting to escape Braavos.
The storm continued to grow, expanding by several hundred meters and now approaching the fiery wasteland surrounding Drowned Town.
The fire was the result of Wright's magic, which had ignited the wooden buildings and furniture. The flames had been burning steadily and were now drawn into the expanding storm.
As the flames were sucked into the storm, their burning area expanded, with tongues of fire reaching into the heart of the tempest. The storm's reach widened, and the soldiers of the Golden Company found themselves trapped in a deadly situation, surrounded by fire and wind. Some tried to leap into the flames, hoping to escape, but they collapsed before they could make it far.
"Ah!" Wright used the last of his magic. The storm surged outward once again, completely enveloping the fire and wreckage.
The flames, born of Wright's magic, fused seamlessly with the storm. When the two met, instead of extinguishing, the fire grew stronger, igniting more debris within the storm. The southern part of Drowned Town in Braavos became completely engulfed in a fiery tempest.
The sky above Braavos was once again lit up. The enormous firestorm raged through the city, while the clouds in the sky began to swirl, joining the storm below. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, turning the atmosphere into an even more chaotic and destructive force. The combined firestorm on the ground and lightning storm in the sky made Braavos seem like the end of the world.
Wright controlled the storm on the ground, while the one in the sky was a natural consequence. As he watched the sky, he realized he had not anticipated such a response.
Within the firestorm, countless shards of debris spun wildly.
The outer edges of the storm sent burning fragments of wood flying through the sky, along with dismembered bodies, stones, and broken tiles, tracing arcs through the air before falling back into the city. Some fell into the sea, while others landed on rooftops, setting even more buildings alight.
The naval forces had already disembarked, but looking at the firestorm, they could only assist the remaining city guards in trying to douse the flames. Scribes, with trembling hands, recorded everything that had happened, while desperate cries for help echoed throughout the city, with people praying to all the gods for salvation.