Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

"Staring at a candle? I'd rather have a magic crystal ball to touch!"

Dany mumbled, slowly approaching the two-meter-tall obsidian candle.

She actually touched it—cold, like glass, with no reaction at all.

Her eyes widened as she traced the candle from its base upward. It resembled a twisted branch on an old plum tree—

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the small room was filled with a bright, snow-like white light.

"Shit, didn't they say I'd have to stare at it all night?"

That thought only lasted a moment. The next second, flames swirled before her eyes, mirroring the spiral vortex pattern outside the door. Dany instinctively felt her body being gradually stretched into a thin, elongated line, plunging into a pure white world where snowflakes danced. Her consciousness entered a mysterious, profound realm.

Outside the door, Barristan was stunned. As soon as the door closed, a white light, sharp as a sword, pierced through the door's cracks, as if the gates of heaven had opened just a step away.

"Your Majesty? How could it be so fast?" He couldn't believe his eyes. The black radiance surrounding him writhed like a living creature, retreating under the pressure of the white "sword aura."

The black-flamed candles in the hall were actually pushed back by the small candle inside the room?

What puzzled Barristan even more was that despite the white light surrounding him, there was still no shadow beneath his feet.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" he asked softly through the door.

The only response was—

"Swish!"

The snow-like white light instantly turned into a dazzling golden hue, as if the noonday sun had risen within the room.

Then it shifted to a fiery red, making anyone unaware think the room was on fire.

Next came a void-like black, which even absorbed the black radiance in the hall. For a time, Barristan's vision blurred.

After that, deep ocean blue, tender green like fragrant orbs, hibiscus purple, and apple green followed.

Beyond black and white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet cycled through one by one.

Just as the light dimmed, hurried footsteps echoed from the opposite staircase.

"Why so fast?" The silver-haired high priest asked urgently.

"I... I don't know." Barristan answered in confusion while discreetly placing his left hand on the curved sword at his waist.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"A brilliant beam shot into the sky, spreading for kilometers. Anyone looking south could see it," Jenny said gravely.

Barristan understood. If even the smallest door crack couldn't block the light, the skylight inside the room must have projected it into the sea and sky.

But wasn't a range of several kilometers a little too exaggerated?

"What terrifying magic power!" The silver-haired elder's blue eyes were filled with undisguised shock and bewilderment. "But she's just a novice... how is this possible?"

"Perhaps Her Majesty is the Mother of Dragons."

The white knight spread his legs, using his tall body to block the wooden door behind him.

The high priest shook his head. "No, even if she were a Dragon Spirit, not even a Dragon God could ignite the Nine-Colored Light."

"Dragon Spirit? What is that?" Barristan asked curiously.

Jenny's eyes flickered as she stared fixedly at the old knight in iron armor, loudly questioning, "The inheritance chamber is reserved for the Fourteen Flames' peaks masters. Only the highest bloodline descendants can ignite the Nine-Colored Candle. What trick did she use?"

"Didn't you say it was based on bloodline purity?" the old knight retorted angrily.

"I lied to her. According to House Targaryen's status in Valyria, they could at most ignite the Three-Colored Light. And her speed... she must have—"

"Creak."

The wooden door opened. In less than five minutes, Dany walked out.

"You—" The priests' fingers trembled as they pointed at Dany, their expressions drastically changing. "Perfect Inheritance!"

Dany looked the same—silver hair, petite heart-shaped face—but her violet eyes gleamed brightly. At the center of her pupils, nine differently colored tails spread out, forming a spiral vortex.

"Sorry, I need to adjust." Dany patted her head. When she opened her eyes again, the anomaly in her pupils vanished.

"How did you obtain the Perfect Inheritance?" Jenny asked grimly.

"I don't know... maybe my talent is just too high?"

"This has nothing to do with talent. Only the Fourteen Flames' patriarchs can awaken the Perfect Inheritance."

Thankfully, she brought that identity token.

Feeling the slight warmth from the Dragon King's identity plaque at her chest, Dany inwardly sighed with relief. She hadn't expected Valyria's class system to be so rigid.

During the inheritance process, Dany remained hazy, unconsciously following the shifting flames to construct the framework of basic meditation runes in her mental sea.

When the inheritance was complete, a message suddenly emerged from within the candle: First Peak Master, congratulations on obtaining the qualification of Grand Sorcerer Candidate.

Upon waking, she immediately noticed the burning heat on her chest. Pulling out the silver chain, she saw the volcanic emblem on the black iron plaque come to life, with golden-red light slowly seeping from the crater.

Then, from above her already spiraling sea of consciousness, strands of golden-red magma trickled down, forming strange runes that merged with the vortex below.

Finally, the illusory whirlpool solidified into substance.

In that instant, Dany inexplicably experienced a moment of enlightenment—her previous meditation technique had been incomplete. Now, with the First Peak Lord's identity token, the meditation rune was finally complete.

The recollection lasted only a moment. Dany pushed aside Barristan, who was standing in front of her, and grinned flatteringly. "Your Excellency, High Priest, I've only learned the basic meditation technique. Do you have any sorcery to teach me?"

"You—" High Priestess Jenny's expression froze. Her bright blue eyes suddenly turned pitch black, erasing even the whites.

Then, in the center of her obsidian-like pupils, a dark red ember ignited, and an ancient, majestic aura radiated from her youthful body.

A fierce wind howled through the hall. The black flames atop the central candle flared three feet high with a "whoosh," twisting into the shape of a ferocious dragon.

The monstrous dragon opened its maw and silently roared at Dany. At the same time, the High Priestess exuded both the decay of death and the sacred purity of divinity—two contrasting auras that intertwined into a maddening spiritual force.

"She…" Barristan's face was stricken with terror. Just one glance at "Jenny" trapped him in a nightmare-like fear, rendering him completely immobile.

"This is… a divine descent!!!" Dany exclaimed in shock.

"Ah!" The silver-haired elder priest was startled at first, but his expression quickly turned fanatical. "Welcome, Your Majesty!"

The other three elders immediately knelt, shouting in unison, "Welcome, Our Lord Balerion!"

At first, "Jenny" looked indifferent, but when her pitch-black pupils glanced at Dany, her expression changed drastically, and she cried out in disbelief, "This is impossible!"

An ancient, hoarse male voice intertwined with a crisp, melodious girl's voice, sending shivers down Dany and Barristan's spines.

"Impossible! The prophecy could never manifest in a lowly slave—"

But Dany had no intention of engaging in conversation. Entering Dragon Spirit mode, she accelerated the vortex in her sea of consciousness and unleashed a Soul Strike: "Go—"

Like a dragon's roar, a tangible arc of air waves burst from Dany's open mouth.

Barristan shuddered violently, as if being abruptly shaken awake from a deep dream, instantly regaining his senses from the trance.

On the other hand, the opposing priests reacted as if struck head-on by a hammer. Two elder priests were flung back three steps in midair. Their eyes rolled back, and they fainted before even hitting the ground.

The other two priests remained conscious but staggered back two steps, clutching their heads and wailing, "Ahhh! Dragon! A real dragon! Ahhh!"

"Boom!"

Balerion, who had descended into Jenny's body, stepped back half a pace, his eerie dual-toned voice resonating ominously, "How dare you! A mere hatchling dares act so impudently before me?"

Gurgle, gurgle…

Jenny's previously flat belly suddenly swelled, ballooning like a woman ten months pregnant. Inside, a disturbing sloshing sound echoed, as if a washing machine had been cranked to its highest setting.

"You go first, Your Majesty! I'll hold him off!"

With a swift motion, Barristan unsheathed his scimitar, ready to strike first and gain the upper hand.

Well, the old knight was indeed experienced. Even though it was his first time facing such a bizarre spectacle, he immediately realized—the enemy was preparing a devastating attack.

"Are you stupid? There are still two dragons outside!" Dany yanked him back, shouting.

"But—"

Before he could finish, Dany was already dragging him toward the gray-white door.

"Relax, I'm familiar with this kind of situation. No big deal." As they ran, she reassured him.

Barristan:

Seven Gods above… Your Majesty, just what have you been through?!

"Ugh—"

"Jenny" suddenly bent over, her mouth gushing black-red, foul-smelling liquid like a burst dam.

From the thick vomit, wriggling dark-red "worms," each about the length of a pinky finger, squirmed free. Though wingless, they slowly floated upward, clustering together like a fleet of drones, forming the image of a roaring black dragon.

"Bzzz bzzz bzzz—"

The buzzing sound was akin to a swarm of bees beating their wings.

Dany and Barristan had nearly reached the door, but the swarm was too fast. Like an arrow shot from a bow, it overtook them in an instant—

Dany abruptly shoved the White Knight to the left and, in Dragon Spirit mode, bellowed, "Big Black, save Mom!"

"BOOM!"

Wood splinters flew everywhere. Like a crashing plane, Big Black wedged most of his massive body outside the doorway while his long snout thrust into the hall. Almost simultaneously—

"WHOOOSH!"

A crimson pillar of dragonfire swept past Dany, rampaging wildly inside the grand hall. The lead-coated armor melted, and in an instant, the four elder priests were engulfed in flames.

Jenny's face twisted and liquefied in the inferno.

"Screeech!"

The "worms" that had nearly reached Dany scattered instantly, losing their ability to fly. They fell to the ground but did not die. Instead, their dark-red bodies seemed to absorb energy from the dragonfire, glowing a fiery red and growing visibly longer and thicker, slithering toward her like snakes.

Not only were they unaffected by the "bane of all monsters"—dragonfire—but they were actually absorbing its magic and rapidly evolving?!

"Damn it! What are these things?"

Dany recoiled, shielding her face.

Big Black had stopped spewing fire, but a ten-centimeter-long worm had already crawled onto her molten, misshapen boot.

"Sizzle—"

White smoke rose.

The lead boot began to melt wherever the "worm" slithered.

And it seemed to have a will of its own—it was trying to burrow inside her shoe.

Trying to chew on my toes?!

(End of Chapter)

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