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Wright had no time to examine the sword in detail, as the spirit's time in this world was running out. The two of them found a rock on the hillside, facing the ruins of Valyria's capital. Though now overgrown with dense forest, the spirit still enjoyed gazing at the land that was once his home.

They discussed many things, like the creation of the Skyforge, the vastness of the world, magical beasts on distant continents, and the White Walkers in the North. When their conversation shifted back to memories of their previous lives, they laughed heartily over shared experiences. Behind them, Rahgot stood silently, guarding his father, while Nymeria and Tyene stood nearby, overwhelmed by the day's revelations. The discovery of the subterranean dragonlord's tomb, the powerful undead, the sudden appearance of dragons, and now Wright conversing warmly with two ancient spirits left the women with countless questions, but they remained patient.

Dofas Pennymion, the Triarch of Volantis, also watched silently, his aging face alternating between worry and determination as he calculated his next move.

The spirit's time was up before they realized it. Though five millennia separated their arrivals, the late meeting stirred infinite nostalgia. This departure marked the end; the spirit would never again return to this world. His time and his descendants had come and gone, his era concluded. This farewell was permanent — he would retreat to the Hall of Valor, leaving Wright to face the world, severing the last of his past life's ties. From now on, their connection would exist only in memory.

He rose slowly, extending his hand. "You are Wright Baratheon now. Go and forge a new age for your family. Farewell, forever."

"Farewell, forever," Wright replied, shaking his hand.

Parting was bittersweet, especially when it was final. The spirit embraced Wright briefly, patting his back. Turning, he gazed out over the vast forest. He and Rahgot's forms grew fainter until they disappeared.

In the distance, Odahviing regained his senses. Raising his massive head, the dragon scanned the surroundings for the two spirits, but finding none, he lumbered toward Wright. The colossal creature, over a hundred meters long, approached cautiously, still wary from the earlier battle. His swollen jaw was a testament to the power of their fight.

Nymeria and Tyene approached Wright.

"Are you alright?" Nymeria asked.

"Not at all," Wright said. The moment he came back to himself, the pain from the wounds on his knees and body returned. Injuries inflicted by magical weapons would take time to heal, as the residual magic had to dissipate first — a process he had yet to learn how to expedite.

"Triarch Pennymion."

"Lord Wright!"

"The one I fought was Rahgot, an ancestor of the Valyrian Empire and one of the original Fourteen Dragonlords. The other man was his father," Wright explained.

Hearing this, Dofas Pennymion knelt on one knee before Wright, lowering his head. "I, Dofas Pennymion, Triarch of Volantis, Head of Pennymion family, swear my life and honor to serve you, Lord Wright."

Behind him, his slaves prostrated themselves on the ground, and his soldiers knelt as well.

Wright looked at him in silence, deep in thought. Dofas grew increasingly anxious, desperate for Wright's response.

Not long ago, he had received an official letter from King Robert that matched Wright's previous statements word for word, confirming Wright's influence within the Seven Kingdoms. However, this alone had only encouraged Dofas to treat Wright as an equal, negotiating mutual benefits. Today, however, he had witnessed dragons and Wright's extraordinary power firsthand. Faced with the choice of risking his life or swearing allegiance, the decision was clear.

Grasping Dawnbreaker, the sword imbued with fire magic, Wright handed it to Nymeria and took the Bloodskal Blade from her. Holding the massive weapon with both hands, he laid its tip on Dofas's shoulder.

"I, Wright Baratheon, First Archmage of the Seven Kingdoms and Lord of Antlers, accept your family's oath of fealty. Rise."

Boom. Boom.

Before Dofas could rise, rhythmic vibrations shook the ground, accompanied by the sound of trees snapping and falling. Everyone froze, knowing the dragon was near but too afraid to move.

Odahviing's towering form approached, his massive head lowering to sniff the ground around Wright. His breath heated the surrounding air, raising the temperature noticeably.

Understanding what Odahviing sought, Wright spoke to him in the dragon tongue. "One of the spirits turned out to be someone I knew. We ceased fighting to talk. They have since disappeared."

The dragon turned his massive head, his eyes, as large as millstones, locking onto Wright.

"So, the Dragonborn who struck me is someone you know? Then you owe me compensation."

The deep, rumbling voice reverberated, its sheer power making the hearts of those present skip a beat.

They were all struck with an indescribable sense of awe. In countless legends, dragons were known to be immensely powerful magical creatures. Yet, a talking dragon? That was beyond any record. Dofas Pennymion's family was not part of the Dragonlords, but even in all the texts he had read, there had never been any mention of a dragon capable of speech. Now, seeing that Wright's dragon could speak, he realized how terrifyingly strong it must be. There was no way he would let go of this golden opportunity to align himself with such power.

Wright: "Compensate you for what? You don't look hurt to me."

Even Odahviing couldn't come up with anything reasonable — it didn't want to ask for too much and risk Wright's displeasure. Calling that troublesome human back could only lead to another beating.

Wright spoke to the dragon in High Valyrian, the language of dragons. Dofas Pennymion, who understood it as well, straightened his posture and said, "Lord Wright, among the supplies my entourage brought, we have two elephants. They can serve as compensation for Lord Dragon's meal."

The mention of food instantly brightened Odahviing's mood. It didn't care whether the elephants in this world matched the ones it envisioned; it immediately demanded, "Four!"

The dragon's heated breath ruffled Dofas's hair, but he showed no sign of irritation. Seeing Wright nod in agreement, he cheerfully replied, "Of course, Lord Dragon. You can start with two, and I'll send the other two to you later."

Wright: "Does your group have tents? I'll need to stay here to recuperate for a while."

"My other retainers are stationed two miles away and dare not approach. They've brought tents, though. I'll arrange for someone to deliver food to Lord Wright regularly and ensure the port of the Smoking Sea is sealed off from the ruins of Oros."

Dofas worked his mind hard to impress, thinking of everything Wright might need before Wright could ask.

Wright: "Not bad. Go ahead and make the arrangements."

Dofas began organizing his soldiers and slaves to set up tents. His own tent was luxurious, with furniture transported alongside it in carriages.

Wright sat on a stone, resting his greatsword while Tyene cast healing magic on him. Though Wright's own magic was far superior, he allowed her to help as a gesture of respect for her intentions.

Wright summoned an ice giant and said, "Nymeria, try out the sword in your hand against the ice giant."

Nymeria was clad in full Valyrian steel armor, so Wright felt confident letting her test the weapon. He wanted to see how much power these legendary weapons could unleash in the hands of ordinary people.

Nymeria gripped the sword hilt with one hand, while her other hand moved to touch the glowing blade.

"Ah!"

The high temperature of the blade burned her fingers through the gauntlet, and she quickly let go.

Dofas, having finished instructing his soldiers, joined the others to observe the test of these magical weapons.

"What's the name of this sword?" Tyene asked from the side.

"This sword is called Dawnbreaker. Its name comes from a goddess of vitality, magic, and the sun at its zenith: Meridia."

"Dawnbreaker!" Nymeria admired the elegant design of the sword, turning it over in her hand.

Gripping the sword with both hands, she slashed at the ice giant. The blade effortlessly tore through the icy surface, leaving a deep gash. The high temperature of the sword expanded the gash as the ice continued to melt.

Wright dismissed the ice giant and summoned a purple skeleton.

"Try again, but be cautious, this one might explode."

Taking heed of the warning, Nymeria carefully thrust the sword into the skeleton's skull instead of slashing it.

Boom!

The magical energy within Dawnbreaker transformed into fire, triggering a violent explosion akin to a fireball spell. The skeleton shattered and returned to its soul stone tomb. Nymeria herself was sent flying by the blast.

Wright quickly used Mage's Hand to catch her and cast healing magic.

Once she regained her senses, Nymeria tossed the sword back to Wright. "I can't use this sword, it's only suitable for mages."

Taking back Dawnbreaker, Wright handed her the Bloodskal Blade. "Hold it with both hands and swing it hard. It can release a red and sharp magic wave."

Nymeria, Tyene and Dofas recalled the Red waves they had seen during Wright's battle atop the dragon's back. The weapon used to unleash those devastating attacks had been this very blade.

The Bloodskal Blade was also a legendary weapon. When stood upright, its hilt reached Wright's chest. It was unmistakably a two-handed greatsword. Unlike the light Valyrian steel weapons, this blade was exceptionally heavy. The jet-black blade featured three segmented spikes, with golden magical circuits running down its center, and emitted a faint red magical aura.

Nymeria, not bothering with finesse, gripped the sword with both hands and brought it down with all her strength. A crimson energy wave surged forward, carving a deep trench in the ground. However, Nymeria suddenly collapsed. Her knees buckled, and she fell face-first to the ground, unable to move.

"This sword is cursed! It feels like it drained all my strength — I can't even wiggle my toes!" she muttered, lying on the ground.

"Dofas, you give it a try," Wright suggested.

Nymeria was in her twenties and one of the most physically capable individuals in their group. Yet even she was rendered powerless by a single swing. Wright was curious to see how a common person would fare.

"Thank you, Lord Wright."

For Dofas, merely witnessing these legendary weapons in action was already a stroke of luck. Being allowed to wield one was an unparalleled honor.

However, as a pampered slave owner with no training, Dofas struggled to lift the sword above his head. He managed to bring it down in a clumsy chop, causing the blade to glow red for a moment before he collapsed, completely drained. The glow faded instantly without producing any energy wave.

Watching this, Wright recalled the words of the mischievous spirit that had originally owned the weapon: "It looks impressive, but the power isn't much." Only now did Wright understand what the spirit had meant. The comparison was based on the spirit's own standards, its descendants, and dragonborn like Wright.

A scorching blade, explosive fire magic, and a swing that could exhaust even a strong warrior — these Daedric weapons were far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

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