GOT King of Dragon

"Hiss... crack..." 

In the critical moment between life and death, Silverwing's sharp talons pierced into the belly of the Devourer, roaring as it spat dragonfire. 

However, with its neck clamped in the Devourer's jaws, the dragonfire couldn't aim properly, uselessly cutting through the night sky. 

Severely wounded, the Devourer let out an angry howl, loosening its grip on Silverwing's neck out of instinct. 

At this key moment, Wamisor swooped in. 

Golden dragonfire shot forth like a towering pillar, crashing into the Devourer's head as it clamped down on Silverwing. 

The impact left the Devourer briefly stunned. 

Its jaws unconsciously released, its wings stopped flapping, and the struggling Silverwing took the opportunity to kick it away with its talons. 

The Devourer was paying the price for its recklessness. 

As the two dragons broke apart, blood gushed from Silverwing's neck like a fountain. It quickly retreated, struggling to maintain its balance in the air. 

Wamisor let out a low growl at Silverwing before turning to chase the falling Devourer. 

Rhaegar was thoroughly frustrated by the Devourer's behavior. 

Despite being instructed to follow orders, its feral instincts had taken over, causing it to act on its own. 

As the Devourer faltered, Rhaegar went plummeting down with it. 

Feeling the familiar sensation of free fall, Rhaegar instinctively grabbed onto the dragon's back scales, ensuring he wouldn't be thrown off. 

"Devourer, wake up!" 

He shouted the dragon's name, hoping to rouse it before they hit the ground. 

If it didn't regain consciousness, the moment they crashed would be his end as well. 

"Roar..." 

Finally, the Devourer opened its eyes, shaking off the dizziness and flapping its wings to slow its descent. 

This was no ordinary dragon—it was a powerful wild dragon that had roamed the world. 

Its tough hide and thick muscles were its greatest advantages. 

A direct hit to the head with dragonfire wasn't enough to take it down. 

Just before they hit the ground, the Devourer regained its balance, spreading its wings to glide, slowly ascending alongside the steep cliff face. 

At this moment, Rhaegar noticed the dragon's injuries. 

Its neck and wings bore deep bite wounds. 

Its abdomen had two large gaping holes, with dragon blood pouring out, faintly revealing its beating internal organs. 

Rhaegar immediately realized they couldn't continue this fight. 

The strategy of trading blow for blow had severely injured Silverwing, but the Devourer was also battered and bloodied. 

And the enemy still had a fully unharmed Wamisor. 

If the bronze behemoth managed to entangle them, even if the Devourer somehow won, the cost would be devastating. 

Rhaegar couldn't accept such an outcome. 

"Devourer, fly toward the ocean." 

Turning to look at the pursuing Wamisor, Rhaegar gave the order to retreat. 

Both dragons were focused on the Devourer—if it fled, the battle would end. 

"Hiss... crack..." 

Wamisor was relentless, staying close behind them, its golden dragonfire tearing through the darkness like lightning. 

Sensing the approaching danger, the Devourer's rationality overcame its feral instincts. 

Following Rhaegar's command, it flapped its wings and soared past the cliffs, heading toward the beach. 

Rhaegar kept a constant watch behind them. 

Silverwing, perhaps too severely injured, was grounded, snarling and struggling to rise, only to fall again. 

"Silverwing has lost its ability to fight. At least there's some room for maneuver now," Rhaegar thought with a sigh of relief. 

With Wamisor closing in, Rhaegar maneuvered the Devourer to dodge, occasionally turning to unleash green dragonfire in retaliation. 

The Devourer's dragonfire was immensely powerful, overpowering Wamisor's flames in every exchange. 

This slowed down Wamisor's pursuit. 

In a matter of moments, the Devourer reached the skies above the beach, ready to fly out to sea. 

Suddenly, Rhaegar's gaze fell on the towering cliffs along the shoreline. 

In a flash of realization, his heart raced, and a sense of foreboding gripped him. 

He recalled the scene from his nightmare. 

It was at a cliff just like this that another dragon had emerged in an ambush. 

The thought sent chills down his spine, and his expression changed dramatically. Instinctively, he shouted, "Dragonfire!" 

After the intense battle, a bond had begun to form between the Devourer and Rhaegar. 

The moment Rhaegar called for dragonfire, the Devourer turned as though guided by instinct, unleashing a massive torrent of flames toward the cliff below. 

Boom— 

In an instant, scarlet dragonfire shot out from beneath the cliff, colliding directly with the Devourer's emerald flames. 

The scarlet flames were quickly overpowered and dispersed. 

The clash of the two dragonfires at close range created a powerful shockwave. 

The Devourer was briefly thrown off balance by the blast but quickly steadied its wings and flew out of Dragonstone Island without looking back. 

On the dragon's back, Rhaegar barely held on, the fierce wind leaving him dizzy and disoriented. 

Lying flat on the Devourer's back, he turned to glance at the cliff. 

"Who... ambushed us?" 

Rhaegar's eyes were fixed on the cliff, desperate to catch a glimpse of the dragon lurking below.

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He was certain—tonight's dragon fight was no natural occurrence. 

Someone must have orchestrated it from the shadows. 

Unfortunately, all he could see was the moss-covered cliff; nothing else revealed itself. 

"Don't let me find you!" 

Thinking of the Silverwing and the chasing Vermithor on Dragonstone, Rhaegar gritted his teeth and ordered a swift retreat. 

This conspiracy was clearly aimed at him. 

Staying on Dragonstone would not only endanger himself but also risk his family's safety in the castle. 

Leaving as quickly as possible was the right choice. 

The Gluttonous One was extremely fast, and the long-dormant Vermithor could hardly catch up. 

After a brief chase, the Gluttonous One left its pursuers far behind, forcing them to return in frustration. 

Under the cover of night, the Gluttonous One vanished without a trace. 

... 

On Dragonstone. 

A figure in a black cloak hid in the shadows of the beach, gazing into the distance at the dark dragon that had disappeared. 

"Intercepted! Was it a coincidence or something foreseen?" 

The cloaked figure muttered, pulling a gold coin from his pocket. 

"Whenever a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin to decide if they'll be great or mad." 

"Which are you—great or mad?" 

His voice carried a deep, probing doubt. 

He flipped the coin high into the air and caught it mid-flight, holding it flat in his palm. 

Staring intently at the side facing up, he fell into an unexplainable silence. 

After a long pause, he angrily flung the coin far into the sea and left quietly. 

... 

Meanwhile, in the castle. 

Viserys stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, glaring furiously at the ruined walls reduced to rubble. 

He had just received the news. 

During the chaotic dragon battle, Rhaegar had slipped away to ride his dragon and join the fray. 

The recent spectacle of dragons clashing fiercely left him terrified, fearing for his eldest son's safety. 

Thankfully, the dark dragon had driven off Silverwing and escaped under Vermithor's pursuit. 

As long as the dragon wasn't killed on the spot, it was almost impossible to catch and kill a fleeing adult dragon. 

This meant his eldest son had likely escaped as well and was temporarily safe. 

"Have the two guards who spread the false message confessed to anything yet?" 

Viserys turned to his Hand of the King, Laenor. 

Laenor quickly replied, "The two guards didn't reveal anything. The dragonkeeper who spread the false information has vanished, and the trail has gone cold." 

"Keep investigating. There's no such thing as an impenetrable secret." 

Suppressing his fury, Viserys continued, "And about tonight's dragon attack—Vermithor and Silverwing have always stayed in their lairs. There's no way they'd show up together to launch an attack without reason." 

"Your Grace, according to the guards stationed at the tower, Vermithor and Silverwing were after the Gluttonous One. The moment they encountered each other, a fight broke out." 

Laenor offered his theory, "The Gluttonous One is the largest wild dragon on the island and has a habit of stealing dragon eggs and hunting hatchlings. This may have enraged Silverwing, who had just laid eggs." 

The dragon battle was witnessed by all. 

For the usually docile Silverwing to be driven to madness, the only explanation was that her eggs had been eaten. 

"Search! Conduct a thorough investigation—leave no one in the castle unchecked!" 

Viserys clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his eyes blazing with anger. 

"This is a conspiracy against the royal heirs. Whoever is behind it must pay the price." 

(End of Chapter)