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The warmth of the chamber could not touch Aeron's skin anymore he had felt it the moment the system's notification appeared. A chill, subtle. 

He stood still, the silence stretching, his eyes scanning the royal chamber. No movement. No sound. Yet the pressure remained, that presence, foreign and wrong. 

His jaw clenched. 

"I guess…" he muttered to himself, voice low and sharp, "finding the boy king and making him speak with me to the people can wait." 

He turned his head slowly, every motion deliberate now. The illusion of Tywin's form still cloaked him, but the voice that came was unmistakably his cold, resolute, laced with barely-contained violence. 

"I need to kill the apostle bastard first… whoever they are." 

He moved to the center of the chamber and closed his eyes. 

For a heartbeat, the world fell still. 

Then… he opened himself. Not to the wind, not to the gods but to the current of shadow, the pulse of his power that ran like blood through every inch of stone around him. The walls, the windows, the very ground he listened through them. 

Through silence. Through darkness. 

His brow furrowed. 

Then his eyes snapped open twin orbs of violet flame, bright and searing, casting ghostlike flickers against the room's walls. 

"It's not coming from inside the keep…" he whispered. 

He turned on his heel, eyes blazing, shadow twitching behind him like it yearned to strike. 

"They're somewhere in the city." 

His lips pressed into a grim line. 

"This could end up ugly," he said, not to anyone, not even himself, but as a fact spoken aloud to the air. 

"For the people of the city that is." 

He walked with swift purpose now, the long cloak of Lord Tywin still wrapped about his form, but his presence, No longer pretending. No longer playing. 

He was Aeron Grim once more. 

He pushed past the guards at the chamber door without a glance. They stared, confused first seeing Tywin's body, then catching the faint violet glow leaking from his eyes. 

"My… lord?" one dared to say. 

He didn't stop nor did he answer. 

His boots thundered down the long corridors of the Red Keep. His mind was already in the alleys and roofs of King's Landing. Somewhere in the labyrinth of the city, an Apostle was waiting. 

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WESTERLANDS – OPEN SKY – MORNING 

The golden plains of the Westerlands shimmered under the morning sun. Hills rolled like soft waves across the land, dotted with trees and merchant roads, with far-off villages buzzing faintly with the sound of carts, hooves, and the idle hum of peace. 

Farmers tilled their soil, women hung linens to dry, children chased dogs through the fields. 

Then, without warning, the sky began to change. 

A shadow fell. 

At first, it was mistaken for a passing cloud. A large one yes, but no one looked up. Until the birds began to scatter flocks of them shrieking, twisting in the air, as if fleeing some predator that didn't belong in this world. 

A young shepherd boy froze in place as his sheep began to bleat and panic, eyes wide as he tilted his head toward the heavens. 

Mouth open. Breath stolen. 

A massive form cleaved across the sky wings like storm clouds, casting entire fields into premature dusk. The very air trembled as the colossal beast soared above, its roar a distant rumble like the growl of an awakening god. 

"What in the name... of the gods is... that?" the boy whispered, his voice trembling. 

The Cannibal. 

A shadow with wings, impossibly vast, shadow muscles rippling beneath blackened scales scorched by ages. Its tail alone could level towers, its wingspan enough to cover villages in shadow. Its eyes burned a ghostly violet, and it moved with a terrifying speed ignoring all beneath it, as though the world was not even worth its attention, the dragon had one specific destination. 

A merchant fell from his cart as his horses screamed, bolting in terror. 

Farmers dropped their tools, screaming. 

The sky the very sky was broken. 

CASTERLY ROCK – OUTER TOWN – NOON 

The sun still glinted off the polished helms of the Lannister garrison. The outer town of Casterly Rock bustled with life. Golden banners fluttered in the wind, and the Lion's sigil watched proudly over cobbled streets. Nobles sipped Arbor gold. Soldiers, relaxed and smug in their red cloaks, leaned against market walls with idle chatter. 

"Another raven from the capital today," one guard remarked as he bit into an apple, leaning beside the smithy. 

"More cries from the east, I'd wager," the other said, squinting beneath his helm. "All this panic and blabber. Targaryens. Dragons. That bloody Monarch fellow. I say let 'em kill each other, Kingslanding is a shite city why do we even bother." 

He spat on the cobblestone. 

"Let them all burn," he added, smugly. "The Rock will always stands tall." 

They both chuckled, confident in the stone above them and the gold below. 

Then the horns. 

Loud. Sharp. Urgent. 

The sound tore through the town. Alarms echoed from the walls. Guards scrambled. The relaxed faces of the Lannister soldiers turned rigid in an instant. 

The two guards exchanged looks. 

"…Are we getting... attacked ?!" 

Before the sentence could be finished, a scream came from above. 

"A SHADOW IN THE SKY!" 

The guards bolted from their post, pushing through townsfolk as the people began to panic. They ran to the wall, climbed stairs two at a time. More horns now. The sky was darkening. 

"What in the seven hells is that?" one guard cried. 

They reached the parapet. 

And they saw it. 

All smugness died. 

The Cannibal loomed in the sky above closer now. Vast beyond belief, a flying mountain of fire and deatj, wings blotting out the sun like an eclipse. Its roar came, a thunder that cracked the bones beneath the skin. 

"Seven fucking Hells…" the apple-eating guard gasped, nearly dropping his sword. 

"What in the fuck is that!" the other croaked. 

"That's not a dragon. That's a fucking cataclysm." 

Screams erupted from the streets below. Children cried. Nobles fled. Merchants abandoned wares. Priests began to pray. The entire town stared skyward in horror as the shadow advanced, uncaring, unrelenting, heading directly for the towering fortress of Casterly Rock. 

Panic gripped their souls. 

The once-proud heart of Lannister power descended into chaos as the Cannibal, the black-winged terror from the sky, now swooped low over the town close enough that its massive wingbeats cracked windows and sent shingles flying from rooftops. 

The very air trembled. 

"Evacuate the commons! Get the women and children out NOW!" a Lannister captain shouted, his golden cloak whipping in the stormwinds the beast stirred. His voice cracked with urgency, but even he could barely hear himself over the rising screams and the deafening gusts that accompanied each beat of those shadowed wings. 

Guards surged into the streets, banging on doors and dragging panicked townsfolk toward the lower gates. Horses reared and crashed into each other, carts toppled, and mothers clutched sobbing children as they fled for their lives. 

On the walls, the panic was worse. 

A row of red-cloaked soldiers stood frozen, eyes glued to the black colossus now circling like a god of death above their ancestral home. 

And then 

Shapes began to drop. 

From the Cannibal's back, dark figures fell from the skies like ravens diving upon a corpse. 

But they didn't crumple upon landing—they landed on their feet, unnaturally silent, obsidian armor glinting in the sun. Shadow Knights. Dozens of them. Swords already drawn. No breath. No voice. No mercy. 

One Lannister guard stepped back, pale with disbelief. 

"Wha—what in the fuck are those things?!" 

Another whispered hoarsely, "Am I dreaming? Tell me I'm dreaming—tell me that's not real." 

"Ready the scorpions!" a commander bellowed, voice raw. "Shoot the dragon out of the bloody sky!" 

Iron bolts launched skyward with twangs of metal and tension giant scorpion spears slicing through the air. 

only to bounce harmlessly off the Cannibal. 

Some shattered entirely. 

Others deflected with a metallic clang, as if hitting stone. 

"Gods help us!" one archer screamed, already throwing down his bow and running from the battlements. 

Then the Cannibal turned its gaze upon them. 

For a moment, all sound vanished. 

The world stilled. 

Only the thrum of black wings, the crackling of distant fire, and that low, haunting growl as its massive head shifted toward the wall its eyes locking on the soldiers like a predator sizing up prey too slow to flee. 

"TAKE COVER!" the captain shrieked. 

It was too late. 

The Cannibal opened its jaws and from the depths of its abyssal maw came a fire not gold, or red, but dark, shadowed, as if the flames themselves carried the void. 

It hit the gate and wall with a force not of this world. 

Stone melted. Metal screamed. 

A blast of heat tore across the fortifications evaporating the first line of defenders in an instant, leaving only blackened outlines where men had stood seconds before. The great iron gate of Casterly Rock folded in on itself like wet parchment, liquefied and dripping as the Cannibal swept past. 

The walls were no longer walls. They were slag and ruin. 

Those few guards who survived the first blast ran. They didn't regroup or try to fight. They fled tripping over the scorched remains of comrades, some of them screaming, some of them simply sobbing, too broken to even raise a weapon. 

The shadow knights marched in silence unnatural and inexorable through fire and death, toward the very heart of Lannister pride. 

The Rock was breached. 

And the wrath of the Shadow Monarch had arrived. 

No warnings or demands, the Cannibal was sent as the judge, and verdict is fire and blood. 

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