Daenerys had not broken her promise. She had her men treat Euron's wounds and vowed to find an opportunity to release him and his slave sailors once they reached Slaver's Bay.
However, it was blatantly obvious that she had no intention of returning *The Quietude* or the riches aboard it to him.
If he were discovered in Slaver's Bay and hanged for his identity as the "Red Demon," he deserved it.
To prevent Euron from using any hidden means to influence the green and white dragons, Daenerys had also moved him to a rowing boat, keeping the two groups over ten kilometers apart.
In the afternoon, Jorah brought the body of the man who had blown the horn yesterday onto the deck and sliced open his chest with a dagger.
The bodies of the horse-lord warriors, pirates, and sailors had been dealt with the previous night.
The Summer Sea was too hot; they couldn't be left out for long.
But the body of the black man who had blown the horn had been preserved. It was simply too peculiar—when Bevos had touched him, it felt like holding a roasted sweet potato freshly dug from a fire pit, even though the man had been dead for half an hour.
When Jorah sliced open the chest, the crowd gasped in horror. His internal organs were scorched black, especially the lungs, which had been charred to carbon.
"Your Highness, you—" The white-bearded man looked up at Daenerys, his words trailing off.
Aggo's expression shifted as he was the first to step forward. "Khaleesi, let me blow the horn!"
"I'll do it. I'm stronger; maybe I won't die," Jaqen shot Aggo a glare, as if blaming him for trying to steal his glory.
He wasn't entirely wrong. In Dothraki tradition, it was an honor for a Bloodrider to die for his Khal. Letting the Khal die before them was a disgrace.
"I'm not afraid to die. Let me do it," Rakaro declared, refusing to be left behind.
*Shring!*
Quolo drew his blade with a flourish and roared, "None of you will take this from me! I am the Dragon Guard. Protecting the dragon is my duty and my honor!"
After a long pause, Jorah said to Daenerys, "Perhaps we should let Quolo try. He has consumed the dragon essence; his resistance is stronger."
"Yes, it should be me!" Quolo exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.
As the Dothraki stepped forward one by one to swear their loyalty, Daenerys remained unmoved. She held a handkerchief to her nose and leaned close to the corpse, intently examining the Black Man's internal organs.
Hearing Jorah's suggestion, she finally snapped out of her reverie and smiled. "Why are you all making such a fuss about life and death? It's just high heat. Do you think I'm afraid of heat?"
"But the Crow's Eye said it requires a soul sacrifice," Jorah said, his expression darkening with worry.
He had already guessed her intention: she wanted to blow the Horn herself.
Daenerys waved her hand, signaling the sailors to carry the body away. She returned to the table and chairs at the ship's bow, gently stroking the Horn's smooth surface. "Can any of you read the inscriptions?" she asked.
The Horn was crafted from a dragon's horn, polished to a smooth, rounded finish. Its surface was inlaid with red gold and black Valyrian steel bands, engraved with ancient magical runes, strange symbols, and a string of Valyrian text.
Magical runes and the common language were two different systems. Few could decipher Valyrian runes, but Valyrian was the dominant language of Essos.
After all, the Freehold of Valyria had once ruled the entire world for millennia.
At most, the Valyrian spoken in the various city-states was tinged with local accents, much like Mandarin Chinese and its regional dialects.
*Ugh, some dialects are even harder to understand than foreign languages.*
"—I am the Dragon Binder. No mortal who makes me sound shall survive. Blood for fire, fire for blood." Jorah read the words aloud, one by one, as he leaned over the Dragon Horn.
"This Dragon Horn is called the 'Dragon Binder.' The price for a mortal to use it is their life, but I..." Daenerys rubbed her nose, looking a bit sheepish. "It's not that I think I'm not mortal, but I do have certain traits that most people don't."
"Unburnt?" the old man with the white beard asked skeptically, stepping forward. "Your Highness, are you certain? In the history of the Targaryen family, many have believed they could be reborn from fire. The most famous was Aelyhs the Bright Flame."
"He was your great-grandfather's older brother, and he firmly believed that wildfire could transform him into a dragon. About seventy years ago, he drank a jar of wildfire..."
The old man paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "He left not a single fragment of bone behind in the green flame."
"How do you think three fossilized dragon eggs hatched into dragons?" Daenerys shot him a side-long glance and retorted.
"Couldn't it be a life for a life, a sacrifice of your kin?" Whitebeard asked, puzzled.
"Hahaha, even you believe it? It seems Euron must have taken it for truth as well!" Daenerys clutched her stomach and laughed heartily.
"Khaleesi entered the fire and personally gave birth to the dragons. That Beggar King (Viserys) died under Goldenhand months ago. How could he have been sacrificed?" Jeyne said, pursing her lips.
"Personally. Gave. Birth to dragons?" Bevos gaped, looking as if he'd seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"Hmph, the stone eggs cracked, but their weight and volume didn't decrease at all," Jeyne said.
"Alright, I'm going to blow the horn. Grolai, tell the sailors to be careful not to fall off the mast."
Daenerys carried the massive horn into the bedroom and placed it on the bed. Two iron cages, which Blackbeard had prepared for the three dragons earlier, stood in a corner of the room. She never expected they would actually come in handy.
The others stood outside, watching Daenerys with immense tension.
Taking a deep breath, Daenerys pressed her lips to the horn's mouthpiece, which was as thick as a wine goblet, and blew gently.
"Hoo—" A low sound echoed through the narrow bedroom, the reverberations layering until the noise became almost tangible. The porcelain cups on the table rattled, and the wooden walls buzzed with a low hum. Even Daenerys, who was blowing the horn, was startled by the sound.
Then, her attention shifted to a surge of heat rising from her chest. Following the path of "heart—lungs—throat—mouth," her scorching breath erupted like a tidal wave.
"Hoooooo—" The horn's blast amplified tenfold. Outside, the onlookers once again felt ten million wraiths shrieking in their ears, ten million ghostly claws tearing at their souls. A searing flame ignited deep within their marrow, burning muscle and bone from the inside out.
Daenerys's will, like a ripple, merged into the horn's sound waves, transforming into a sharp sword that pierced through a sea of purgatory fire. After a fleeting moment of disorientation, she realized: *This is the soul realm of Little Green and Little White. Both dragons' souls are here.*
Before fully merging with Big Black to become the Dragon Spirit, Daenerys had visited this place several times.
"Little Green, Little White, it's me. Do you remember Mother?" Daenerys discovered she could freely warp this seemingly grand but actually fragile space.
She felt the Flame Purgatory's soul space was magnificent only because it was compared to her own soul. The quality and strength of a dragon's soul far exceeded that of a human's.
Yet, compared to the owner of the Horn, the two dragons' soul spaces were so fragile—the young dragons' souls were like candlelight against the full moon when compared to the Old Dragon King's 1.8-meter-long dragon horn.
Indeed, Daenerys was shocked to discover that the soul of an Old Dragon King was sealed within the dragon horn, which gave her some clues about the principles of the Dragon Binder.
The Dragon Binder's Horn was forged from a dragon horn. The forger used witchcraft to seal the dragon's soul and remaining essence within the horn. Blowing the horn was equivalent to using the Old Dragon's aura to intimidate other dragons.
The reason humans were also intimidated by the Horn was that the Old Dragon's aura was activated.
For example, an ordinary person would also feel their legs go weak and be unable to move when encountering a fierce tiger in the wild.
Even if you had a strong will, the magical power in the dragon horn would still stimulate your blood to boil, making your whole body feel as if it were on fire. This seemed to be because the sealed Old Dragon's soul invaded a person's consciousness with the sound.
Daenerys now understood how Euron had controlled her dragons.
—By using the aura in the Horn to distort the young dragons' will.
But these were her children, and Daenerys cherished her little dragons, unwilling to destroy their souls.
So, she could only hope to awaken the young dragons' own consciousness.
"Little Green, Little White, wake up quickly! Be strong and brave! One day, you will grow two-meter-long dragon horns, and then you will no longer be bound by any Dragon Binder!"
As Daenerys shouted to cheer on the two dragons, she also unleashed the "Spirit Gathering" technique from her Mother of Dragons talent.
Fine, dense specks of five-colored light fell like snowflakes into the Sea of Flames, making the fire burn even more fiercely.
But, unfortunately, for the old dragon's soul within the Horn, it was still a drop in the bucket.
"This..." Daenerys grew anxious. Although she didn't know the situation in reality, she was absolutely certain that even the Mother of Dragons couldn't blow the Horn for too long.
She didn't want to sacrifice her own life in a daze.
"I must think of another way, by borrowing—"
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Daenerys: *My soul is connected to Big Black. If I pull him in as well... he has devoured a Demigod!*
No sooner had she thought it than the sky over the Purgatory Fire Sea darkened. A black shadow, larger than a city, covered the heavens.
What an enormous black dragon!
Its wings blotted out the sun, and its eyes were like boiling lava pools. In an instant, Daenerys felt that the so-called Dragon Binder was nothing more than this.
She now stood atop the black dragon's head, facing a Shadow Dragon Soul.
"Roar—" the Shadow Dragon Soul from the Dragon Horn roared in fury.
Big Black, whose soul was now merged with Daenerys, roared back with even greater power and ferocity: "I am Deathwing! Get—out!"
Surprisingly, Big Black cooperated, allowing Daenerys's consciousness to take the dominant position for the first time.
*Yes, she had actually used Big Black's mouth to shout those words.*
*Buzz—Boom—Crash!*
Since Daenerys was still the master of the Dragon Horn, this "betrayal from within" caused the Shadow Dragon Soul to shatter instantly.
As if shackles had been smashed, a white dragon and a green dragon leaped out of the Sea of Flames. They circled Daenerys joyfully, letting out affectionate cries.
"Hahaha! For the first time since we were born in the flames, the four of us are finally reunited!" Daenerys laughed with joy.
This scene had appeared before, on the night of Drogo's funeral when Daenerys hatched the eggs. Back then, in a sea of fire, three dragons had cheered amidst the flames, and she had brought them endless, colorful Spirit Essence.
But after the hatchlings were born, she had never been able to bring the consciousness of two dragons together at once.
Just as she was happily interacting with the three dragons, a bolt of golden-red lightning suddenly exploded from the sky with a deafening *BOOM*. Daenerys looked up, transfixed. Her mouth opened and closed as she unconsciously murmured a single syllable.
It wasn't lightning at all, but a twisted gold-red Valyrian Rune!
The rune writhed like a living creature in the space of flames. As Daenerys recited the syllable representing the rune, using the method taught by the Great Wizard—
*Boom!* The gold-red rune vanished instantly. Without even realizing it, Daenerys felt a "Red Lightning" imprint itself into her sea of consciousness.
As one rune disappeared, a bolt of black lightning followed, revealing another rune shaped like red lightning.
*Rumble—*
One bolt after another flashed, alternating between gold-red and bright black. In a daze, Daenerys recited and memorized every single rune.
"Screee—!" Big Black let out an abrupt shriek and suddenly flipped his body. Daenerys screamed as she plummeted from the sky.
"Ah—*cough, cough, cough*—"
In the real world, Daenerys's panicked scream turned into a fit of violent coughing. Her vision was pitch black. Had night fallen?
Liquid trickled from the corner of her lips. She tried to raise her right hand to wipe it away, but her arm wouldn't budge.
"Khaleesi! Khaleesi!"
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
Urgent cries seemed to drift from the horizon, blurred and ethereal, like a dream. Then, her thoughts abruptly ceased, and Daenerys collapsed onto the deck of the ship.
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