The attack on Yunkai was swift and decisive. Ancalagon, now over 45 feet long with a wingspan that cast shadows over half the city, began the assault at Alex's command. The dragon soared high above the city, his massive form blotting out the sun, as the soldiers of Yunkai scrambled in terror below.
With a deafening roar, Ancalagon unleashed a torrent of fire upon the city walls, reducing the fortified stone to molten rubble in mere moments. The heat was so intense that the air shimmered, and the cries of defenders were drowned out by the dragon's ferocious roars.
Ancalagon's attacks weren't limited to the walls. He targeted the pyramids where the Wise Masters had attempted to consolidate their defenses. His flames engulfed the towering structures, reducing them to ruins in minutes.
From above, Daenerys rode on Ancalagon's back, her silver hair glowing in the fiery chaos. She shouted commands to the armies below, her voice carrying authority and resolve.
While Ancalagon sowed destruction from the skies, Alex's army, led by Generals Leon and Mark, surged forward. The Unsullied, with their unmatched discipline, breached the weakened gates with battering rams. Once inside, they swept through the city like a tidal wave, cutting down any resistance they encountered.
Alex and Jorah led a second wave, flanking the remaining defenders and capturing key positions in the city. The sight of the royal banners, combined with Ancalagon's dominance, broke the morale of the remaining Yunkai forces.
The slaves, seeing their oppressors faltering, joined the rebellion, turning on the Wise Masters and their guards. Within hours, Yunkai fell.
As the sun set, Alex stood atop the rubble of one of the pyramids, overlooking the city. His army had secured Yunkai, and the remaining slaves were freed. Alex looked at his Queen riding on Ancalagon's Back. Today Daenerys showed she can lead the charge as well. After she dismounted Ancalagon's Daenerys addressed the former slaves, offering them a choice: freedom to leave or the opportunity to stay and build a new Yunkai under their rule.
The city, once a symbol of oppression, began to stir with hope.
After stabilizing Yunkai and ensuring its recovery, Alex and Daenerys turned their attention to Meereen, the last of the great slaver cities in the Bay of Dragons. Meanwhile, word of their conquests began to spread across Essos.
A spy from the Council of Asshai, tasked with gathering information on the "death and destruction" foreseen by the High Seer, made his way to Meereen.
It's been a month Since the takeover of yunkai. Last week Alex and Daenerys took control of Meereen as well after a short but tough negotiations and battle.
The spy approached the gates of Meereen, which showed signs of recent battle scorched walls, broken gates, and rubble littering the streets. Soldiers stood guard, scrutinizing every traveler.
"Halt!" one of the guards commanded as the spy reached the gate.
The spy, a wiry man with sharp features, raised his hands. "I'm but a humble traveler seeking shelter and work."
The guards exchanged glances before one stepped forward. "Your name and purpose?"
"Ramil," the spy lied smoothly. "I've come from the East, hoping to find opportunity here."
The guard eyed him suspiciously but eventually waved him through.
As Ramil entered the city, he noticed the signs of recovery. The people, though weary, seemed optimistic. Markets were reopening, repairs were underway, and the streets bustled with activity. Unlike before there were no one in chains, no slaves were present in streets. Its like its completely different city than before.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the skies. Ramil froze, his heart pounding as a massive shadow covered the street. Looking up, he saw what he initially thought was an illusion a dra..d..dragon, its wings stretched wide, circling above the city.
The beast roared again, its voice shaking the very ground. Its size was incomprehensible, its scales gleaming in the sunlight like polished obsidian.
"What…what is that?" Ramil stammered, turning to a nearby soldier.
The guard chuckled. "That's Ancalagon, the dragon of King Alex and Queen Daenerys. You must've heard of them by now."
Ramil nodded, feigning ignorance. "I've heard whispers, but I didn't realize the dragon was…so massive."
The soldier smirked. "He's still growing. And so is their power. If you're looking for work, you'd best remember who rules Meereen now."
Over the next few days, Ramil learned as much as he could. He discovered how Alex and Daenerys had taken over Meereen, freeing the slaves and installing their own governance. He heard tales of Ancalagon's might, the discipline of the Unsullied, and the loyalty of the freedmen.
As Ramil prepared to report back to Asshai, one thought dominated his mind: this was no ordinary power rising in Essos. The prophecy of death and destruction seemed closer than ever. So, he Put his report on ravens foot and send it on the way towards Asshai meanwhile he decided to follow this Alex and Daenerys for more information.
Meanwhile, Alex and Daenerys prepared their forces to move out soon. After probably another month or so when the stability of Meereen will be ensured they will leave back to Pentos. The Bay of Dragons was nearly under their control, but the war was far from over. Ancalagon, now over 55 feet long, roared into the sky, a living symbol of their growing dominance. Alex changed Slavers Bay name to Dragons Bay. Since there are no slaves and everyone is a free man, and he used Dragons power to defeat these slave master. He decided to name it Dragons Bay after Ancalagon and the fact that it also right next to Ruins of Vlyria.
Seven months had passed since Alex and Daenerys had taken control of the Bay of Dragons. The three cities Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen were no longer hubs of slavery but centers of rebuilding and progress. The effects of their rule extended far beyond their borders, spreading hope and stability across the region.
In the royal palace in Meereen, Alex summoned the system.
"System, show me the current status of my army," Alex commanded.
The familiar screen materialized in front of him, glowing faintly:
Army Status:
Dragon Bay Battalions:
Astapor: 2,000 Unsullied, 5,000 Freefolk, 1 Light Tank
Yunkai: 1,500 Unsullied, 4,000 Freefolk, 1 Light Tank
Meereen: 2,500 Unsullied, 5,000 Freefolk, 1 Light Tank
Free Cities Battalions:
Lys: 2,000 Unsullied, 3,000 Freefolk
Myr: 1,500 Unsullied, 3,500 Freefolk
Tyrosh: 2,500 Unsullied, 4,000 Freefolk
Commanders:
Leon and Mark (Dragon Bay Operations)
Greyworm (Meereen)
Raven (Pentos Oversight)
Mannul (Free Cities Oversight)
Jorah And Victor (overseeing Tysrosh and other 2 free cities)
Heavy Support:
3 Light Tanks (Stationed in Dragon Bay Cities)
Ancalagon the Black: 120 feet long, 64 feet high, wingspan over 170Ft.
DOCTORS AND ENGINEERS..... etc.
Alex studied the page, nodding in approval. The light tanks, equipped with modern weaponry, had been a strategic purchase from the system. They served as a backup for situations where Ancalagon couldn't be present.
"Ancalagon is growing faster than I expected," Alex muttered.
The system responded, its voice calm and measured.
"Host, this is still only the beginning. Ancalagon will grow at an even faster rate as he matures. His food and energy needs are now entirely sustained by the magic in the atmosphere."
Alex sighed. "Good. That takes one worry off my plate. But we'll need to ensure we're prepared for attacks on multiple fronts."
Across the cities of the Bay of Dragons, lives were transforming.
In pentos, a young boy named Zahar once struggled to care for his sick sister, Amara. Barely a year ago, he worked tirelessly, running errands and laboring in the markets to earn enough for food and medicine. Amara's illness worsened, and Zahar feared losing her.
When Alex and Daenerys took over pentos, everything changed. The royal administration introduced new healthcare programs, providing free medicine and care for those in need. Amara received treatment and recovered within weeks.
Now, Zahar worked part-time at a community center, helping other children like his sister. With his free time, he attended school, something he had only dreamed of before.
One evening, as he sat with his sister in their modest home, Zahar whispered, "We owe everything to the King and Queen. They gave us a chance to live again."
In Yunkai, a woman named Lira had once struggled to raise her two young children. To make ends meet, she worked in a brothel, enduring humiliation and hardship to feed her family.
When Alex and Daenerys liberated Yunkai, they implemented subsidies for struggling families. Lira was given financial aid, enough to leave her old life behind.
With her newfound stability, Lira focused on her children. They now attended the primary school established by the new rulers, learning to read and write.
One afternoon, as she watched her children play in the schoolyard, Lira wiped tears from her eyes. "For the first time, I feel like I can breathe," she said to a neighbor. "I'll never forget what they've done for us. May God blesses our King and queen with the riches beyond anybody's reach".
Stories like Zahar's and Lira's echoed across the cities under Alex and Daenerys's rule. Markets bustled with activity, streets were cleaner, and schools and healthcare facilities had become accessible to all.
Even in Pentos, the first city Alex had reformed, the changes were evident.
The gratitude of the people was palpable, their loyalty to the royal family was getting more and more stronger.
As the sun set over the Bay of Dragons, Ancalagon soared above Meereen, his shadow stretching across the city. On his back, Daenerys marveled at his size and grace.
In the royal chambers, Alex reviewed reports, satisfied with the progress they had made. "7 Months of reformed Dragons Bay, now we can finally leave back to pentos. We have a lot to prepare". Alex said that to Dani, hinting as to their new rule and the empire they built so far within so short time.