Her Eternal Excellency (Raiden Ei reborn as Argella Durrandon)

[Samael61]

I shared 4 pilot chapters for my stories in this link in Questionable Questing. They include : Mortal Considerations - Hela X Original Male Character, Percy Jackson and the Powers of the Unholy Triangle - Percy Jackson with Bill Cipher's powers, End of Days - Doomsday in Invincible Universe, which I already posted under its own thread, and the Many Heroes : MHA x League of Legends. You can check them to see what we have going for the future.

 

[Miriallia]

Any of those stories with a female lead?

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

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Myr

The golem raised its remaining arm to crush her, but it was too late. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, cracking the stone, and leaped. Once above the golem's head, she began to fall, pointing her sword down. She spun, becoming a twirling tornado of electro.

The stone shattered into shards, flung away from the point of impact. She drilled through the head, down to the chest. The moment the tip of her blade touched the artifact, it shattered like glass. While she carved her way down, the golem began to disintegrate.

Falling in free motion, she sought a safer way down.

The rain of boulders and buildings gave her an idea. She waited until a suitably sized piece of the golem was close enough. Using her sword to latch onto it, she propelled herself forward at another boulder.

Running over the ship-sized rock, she leaped up, going through a building. Crashing through the ceiling into the roof, she kept moving, using each piece to move closer to the sea.

The last platform, a section of the white towers that once dotted the city center, crumbled beneath her feet, giving her the last push necessary.

An electroplatform appeared in the arc of her fall, creating a straight path back to the ship. She jumped off the last one, spinning in the air, and landed with both arms open.

"Ta da."

"That was… well, I don't have the words to describe it," Sasayuri said, watching the dust cloud rise from the ruins of Myr.

"Excellent work," Ei said.

The sailors erupted into cheers once they processed what had happened, chanting Chiyo's name.

She waved her hands, beaming. "Thank you, thank you, we will be here all the time."

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The fleet sailed away from where Myr used to be with conflicted minds. The Oni Maiden had destroyed the monster that arose from the city's corpse, yet the population was gone once more, possibly dead.

The possibility of this tragedy repeating in the rest of the cities worried the sailors.

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Tyrosh

The smoke rising from the high walls of Tyrosh gave them hope that at least some may live yet. The docks and what vessels that had remained were ashes. Soldiers, with Ei and her companions at the helm, pushed inside once the bridge was lowered.

The gates were shut, and the mechanism was jammed. Chiyo wrapped her hands around the bars and pulled. The wall shook with each attempt. The metal bent, and the third pull ripped the gate four times her height off the wall.

She stumbled back and laid the gate on the side.

Inside the city, chaos reigned.

The citizens were fighting one another. The children, the adults, the elderly, and even the animals were in a blind frenzy, attacking one another. She watched a child bite a grown woman on the ankle, mouth stained with blood. An old man was bringing a cleaver down on a deceased young woman, butchering her corpse.

Sasayuri ordered the soldiers to intervene and neutralize, but Ei saw that R'hllor's influence was the cause. These people could not be stopped unless the source was gone.

"There, that brazier," she said, raising a finger. In the middle of the city, a bronze brazier laid on top of a tower stood above even the high walls. Red flames, the same kind she had come to recognize as R'hllor's, kept rising higher and higher.

The flames were not just for show. She could sense the madness spreading in the city, like a pervasive, invisible mist.

Sasayuri pulled the string of her bow, eyes on the top of the tower. Electro gathered at the tip of the arrow. The triple comma sigil flashed, and she released. It cut through the air, traveling the distance in the time it took to breathe.

Two elements clashed.

Fire and lightning vied for domination for a moment. The explosion destroyed the brazier, along with the top of the tower, shards raining down on the roofs beneath.

"No! Not yet!" A serpentine voice hissed.

The frenzied citizens of Tyrosh ceased all movement. She saw the elderly man blink at the cleaver on his hand and the blood covering him. He dropped the murder weapon, pulling on his hair with blood-soaked hands.

The screams were gut-wrenching.

It was not the only example either. The grief of knowing they killed their family, their neighbors, friends, and lovers was too much to bear. Screams and apologies could not wash the deeds away, no matter what.

The four of them were quick to act.

Sasayuri ordered all living citizens to be taken into custody, while the wounded received treatment. Chiyo and Kage took on the daunting task of leading the cleanup efforts. The sheer amount of corpses was enough to give even the most resilient soldiers nightmares. They worked in shifts to not overwhelm the men, switching with the peacekeeping efforts.

Ei summoned the storm, creating rain to put down fires and wash the blood once the people were housed safely.

The dead would be released to the sea due to the lack of land on the island city to bury the corpses. Fortunately, it was also how the dead were sent off by the Tyroshi. As all vessels were burned down, they had to get creative.

Planks from houses in uninhabitable condition were tied with all manner of binders, ropes, leather pieces, and clothing. The dead were tied to the rafts in groups, sent as far from the city as possible to avoid a plague.

The citizens were catatonic and could not be questioned on the details.

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Ei stood at the top of the tower where the brazier had poisoned the city, watching. The raindrops bent around her form while washing the city clean.

She was incapable of feeling disgust, yet the sight of blood flowing in the streets so freely came truly close to achieving it.

Sasayuri landed behind, fluttering her wings to dry them. "We housed everyone. The men are keeping watch over the suicidal citizens, of which there are a lot."

"Contact the Sea Lord; tell him to send men to watch over Tyrosh. We need to reach the remaining cities to prevent any more of this madness. We can't be bogged down here."

"I'll prepare a contingent to stay here until the Braavosi come. They can join us afterwards."

"Do so, thank you."

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By their count, almost three quarters of the city's population was dead. Considering the states Myr and Pentos were in, it was a major victory by comparison.

The contingent left behind was small enough the lack of ships would not be felt. None knew what awaited them in Lys, but a clear pattern was emerging.

The Royal Navy set course once more, hoping for a less grim sight.

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Lys

The sight of Lys was suspiciously normal.

There were no flames or any other sign of a struggle in sight. The ships of the city were docked, and there were guards on the docks, patrolling.

She stood at the bow, seeing the commanders atop the wall waving white flags before the watchers could inform her.

Sasayuri ordered the ships to spread for security. Guns were trained on the docks should the Lyseni choose treachery. Thunder's Call approached first, followed by two more. Members of the city's council had come out of the gates atop galloping horses.

The troops took their places on the deck, armed and ready.

Ei's feet left the metal floor. She gently floated towards the council members, waiting. They pulled the horses to a sudden stop, dismounting. The first one, an old, balding man with a goatee, fell on his knees, forehead almost touching the ground. His contemporaries followed, creating quite the interesting view.

"Your Excellency, we surrender," the man said, falling silent.

"First of all, rise. I do not like prostration."

The oligarchs and their men did as bidden.

"Second, explain to me how Lys is undamaged when the rest of Myr, Tyrosh, and Pentos are ruined."

"A trader of your kingdom was stranded here. He guided us to destroy all symbols of R'hllor and burn down his temples to pray to you for safety. It has kept us blessedly safe."

Ei blinked. She had not extended her presence to Lys; hence, she could not offer them any protection. This situation had more to do with cutting R'hllor off, she was sure.

"Please accept us into your domain. You are the only one who can stop Maegor from butchering us for his mad god."

"Very well. Henceforth, you are all subjects of the Unified Kingdom, with the benefits, laws, and restrictions it brings."

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The oligarchs were quick to send criers to the city. By the time she passed through the gates with her friends, the citizens were flooding the streets in droves. A woman threw herself to the ground, praising her glory.

She was simply the first.

A sea of humans clogged the streets, praying and praising fervently. Ei responded with a tight smile, waving at the crowd. Her friends were at the back, hiding their sniggers behind sleeves.

At least they enjoyed the situation.

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"Your Excellency, this is the greatest honor of my life. I am Sevros Malin, a humble servant of yours." The man knelt before her in the council room.

He was young enough that an act of this magnitude would be seen as prodigious. Clean shaven, his deep black eyes conveyed a sense of weariness.

"I believe you have quite the tale, Sevros. Such as starting by how exactly you were stranded in Lys while everyone else had left on my orders."

"A string of unfortunate accidents, Your Excellency. I was meeting a friend when the order came. My friends believed me asleep in the cabin and simply left me there. By the time I realized what had happened, it was too late. None would grant me passage to the kingdom."

Ei huffed. "And your part in converting this city to me?"

"We had refugees from Tyrosh and Myr, who spoke of what Maegor had done in R'hllor's name. We knew it would not be long before Lys shared the same fate. I simply gave them a way to survive."

The man's bravery spoke volumes. Standing against the religion that dominated the city was a sure way to get killed.

"Seros Malin. You have done a great service to the citizens of Lys, saving tens of thousands of lives. Your act of bravery deserves a reward in equal measure. Name it, and it shall be granted."

"Your Excellency, I fell in love with a woman here. She is pregnant with my child. There is no greater reward you could have given me by saving this city. I ask nothing as a reward, for I can not think of anything."

"As you wish."

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"Glory to Her Excellency! May she reign forever with her name spread to all corners of the world," Chiyo screamed, holding a hand over her heart, kneeling in the middle of the quarters assigned to Ei, biting her tongue at the end.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," she drawled, her lips twitching at the overexaggerated act.

"It is. I mean, sure, we saw religious zealots before, but this was something new. " Sasayuri joined the merriment, dropping the documents to the table.

"Don't remind me. I am the one who has to listen to their cries, not you."

Kage, who was in cohorts with Chiyo, coughed to compose herself. "Committing heresy by tormenting Ei aside, what is our plan for tomorrow? Do we leave for Volantis?"

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The Lands Beyond the Wall

Brandon sighed.

"Listen up, you fuckers. We get it, you are afraid, but you will not cross the Wall without accepting Her Excellency's grace," he growled at the Wildlings, who were suspiciously marching south.

"We are no fucking kneelers," several screamed at him. Hollers of agreement rose from the rest, drowning him out.

Having had enough, he pulled his rifle, firing a single shot to the sky, silencing the Wildings.

"Then keep away from the Wall unless you all want to die."

One of the scouts pushed the savages aside, saluting. "Lord-Governor, we found their tracks. They are past the First of the First Men, heading towards the Valley of Thenn."

"Back in the warmachines. We are going to finish this, once and for all."

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The good side of having machines that kept you out of the cold was almost offset by the shaky ride. Rocks, uneven paths, three stumps, the ice—it all made for a very stomach-churning journey.

It was worth it though.

The walls of the machine vibrated, and the driver pushed the brakes. "What is happening out there?"

"The Thunder Dragon, my lord. It destroyed a cliff. The valley is closed off; those bastards are stuck on this side."

"Then what the heck are you waiting for? Fire!" he ordered, pushing the hatch open to see the situation. He pulled the binoculars to his eyes, grinning. The Others were stuck, desperately looking for a way out. The Thunder Dragon was swatting them down like flies at every attempt.

He burst out laughing once the warmachines struck. The bastards that had terrified the living for thousands of years were now scurrying away like rats. Only there was nowhere to run to.

"More like fish in a barrel," he muttered. Most of the Wight army was used to slow them down. Each bloom of purple lightning forced the enemy closer to the dragon. Its humongous tail came down, crushing the creatures of frost to shards of ice that broke like glass.

"Advance! Push the bastards closer to the wall," he ordered, eyes on the battlefield. The warmachine lurched forward, firing as the enemy sought holes to hide in.

The blizzard had started to ease off, he noticed. The blade-sharp winds dulled, their vision cleared, and even strands of sunlight began to peek through.

Brandon could already taste the wine of the victory celebrations.

Just as he was about to order the infantry forward to clear the elusive White Walkers, the blizzard intensified. His face began to numb at an alarming rate, forcing him to go back down, though not before ordering the same to his men.

"Can you see anything?" he asked the watcher.

"Nothing. It's pure white out there. I can't even see the dragon."

"Bloody hell. Turn back. I don't like this one bit."

The war machine reversed, moving away from the cusp of a decisive victory. Whatever those blasted bastards had done, the Thunder Dragon would crush them.

He counted the seconds, waiting for the crew to give the signal.

His military training kicked in. They had to leave the blizzard and find a vantage point to assess the situation. If the Others had one final, desperate trick up their sleeves, by divine lightning, he would not let it come to fruition.

The cold that was seeping into the warm confines of the machine receded. He grasped the handle of the hatch, ready to leave.

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In the next chapter:

The dragon opened its jaw, dropping what she assumed to be the god of night and terror on her feet.

He looked surprisingly human. Pale blue skin, sharp ice spikes for hair, donned in crystalline armor, and a very human yet not-quite face.

"Is he dead?"

"Almost." She flicked her finger, sending a small bolt of electricity to wake the creature up. He flinched, opening his light blue eyes.



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[Ebanu8]

Essos is never going to recover on its own. A bloody irony that the rule of the noble families would end so horribly. At least those that survived had the sense to surrender.

 

[ATP]

Essos is never going to recover on its own. A bloody irony that the rule of the noble families would end so horribly. At least those that survived had the sense to surrender.

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if your only alternative is Rhloor fanatic, you would surrender to anybody.Well,maybe expect Others.Fun thing is that all slavers now would free their slaves without making problems.

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 9 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.

Readers who enjoy the premise of a strong main character like Ei will definitely like my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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The Lands Beyond the Wall

"Fuck," Brandon cursed.

"Lord Governor, what is happening?"

"I don't know. Something just knocked the dragon down."

"That's not possible, is it?"

"Wait, it's getting up."

Brandon kept his eye on the Thunder Dragon. Whatever that pillar of ice was, it did not seem to do any damage to the divine construct. It took off, shaking the snow and ice stuck to its body.

The serpentine construct glowed with lightning. Its roar pushed the air away and dispelled the globe of churning ice. He crouched inside the warmachine, pulling the hatch down. Even inside, the sharp, cold winds bit into their bones.

Once the howling ceased, Brandon tried to push the hatch open. He gritted his teeth, exerting more force than she should have to. He used both hands, forcing the hatch to snap open.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, seeing a layer of ice coat everything in sight. The warmachines were stuck; the trees were breaking down like glass, a fate they no doubt would have shared without the warmachines.

The Thunder Dragon was fighting a White Walker, though this one was different from the rest. Twice the height of one, a thick mist that froze everything it touched to dust.

It fired a white pillar that sucked the heat off his soul at the dragon, who met the attack with an equally large ray from its maw.

"Drive, get us the fuck out of here," he screamed to the men. This was a battle between divine forces. He and his men held no place here.

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Once sufficiently away from the valley, Brandon turned to watch the battle.

The Great Other, for that creature could be nothing else, was fast. Once the Thunder Dragon's attack pushed it back, it changed tactics, flying around like a bug to strike from different angles.

The dragon was slower by comparison, but it was not defenseless. Sections on its long, serpentine body fired purple lightning orbs at a frightening speed, forcing the Great Other to abandon its assault.

Her Excellency's construct pursued the God of Night and Terror amid the purple orbs, unrelenting, yet unable to. The game of cat and mouse continued with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Then, the dragon stopped.

He did not know why, but it ceased returning fire against the Great Other, simply braving the blinding white pillars. A layer of frost began to cover its head, but the divine construct continued to endure. Brandon's brows furrowed, but the reason became clear in moments.

A section of the dragon's trail sprung out of the ground, behind the God of Night. Detached from the body physically, only strands of divine lightning kept it connected.

The tail wrapped around the Great Other, pulling him down through the hole in the ground. The Thunder Dragon's eyes glowed. Its maw snapped open, shattering the ice. It flew up, piercing the clouds, dragging the enemy to the sky.

Its head came to an abrupt stop, but the body continued to rise. The dragon's tail disappeared above the clouds and came down hard. It unfurled at the last second, slamming the Great Other to the ground.

The hit created fissures like the web of a spider, shaking the war machines. The frozen trees were blasted away, creating a ring of mist around the valley.

The tail rose and came down again. The dragon continued to smash the Great Other to the ground over and over again, each blow widening the fissures.

"Drive away, now!" he screamed once more.

The warmachines moved again, shaking violently under the quakes. They drove far enough to merely hear the sound of the blows, which ceased after agonizing minutes.

Only for the world to turn purple.

The periscopes carried the divine light inside the warmachine, and the crews felt their hairs rising on end. When Brandon found the courage to get out and see what had happened, he found that the valley was gone. Hills on both sides were annihilated for at least a kilometer, leaving nothing but flat, scorched land.

He could see a hole where the great fractures on the land originated from. The depth was not clear from his current distance. However, the sudden warmth he felt, amidst all the ice and cold, made it clear that the Great Other was defeated.

"Fuck yeah!" he cheered to the top of his lungs.

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Essos

Lys

It was time to sail once more to Volantis this time and end R'hllor. Lys was a bright spot in this otherwise dark war. R'hllor's purpose in causing these massacres and destruction still evaded her.

The answers would not be far from Lys. Volantis and its towns, Volon, Therys, Valysar, and Selhorys, hosted great populations. Volantis alone had over a million citizens, and the towns were close in numbers.

R'hllor's actions could cause a death toll reaching over three million, the greatest to be seen on this side of the planet.

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Volantis

The city appeared to be eerily calm. There was no one in sight, but she could feel something dangerous brewing inside.

That is, dangerous by this world's standards.

"Your Excellency?" the admiral asked, waiting for orders.

"Stay here. Something is happening inside; I will investigate by myself," she said, leaving the bridge.

"At least take us with you," Chiyo said, walking to catch up with her.

She put a hand on the oni's shoulder, stopping her. "Whatever is in there is out of your league."

"Be careful," Chiyo said, squeezing her hand.

"I will be."

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She soared over the outer wall, heading for the inner part of Volantis, where the source of magic she felt resided. She did not have to reach there, for the creature inside flew out to meet her.

Crimson flames took the shape of a cobra's head over a humanoid body covered in dark, glossy plate armor. It carried a scimitar and a shield and was twice her height.

"The foreign god. The one whose origins are unknown."

"R'hllor, I presume," she said, inspecting this god.

It was nothing like the gods she had seen in this land. Even the Drowned God shared similarities with the old gods, from what she had seen of them, yet R'hllor was a foreigner.

Just like her.

"You presume correctly, interloper. You have meddled in my ascension for the last time, and you will pay for it."

Musou Isshin's handle left her chest, and she swung the blade at the serpentine god. R'hllor was fast. It managed to dive down quickly enough to avoid Musou no Hitotachi, though the now-ghost city of Volantis suffered the full brunt of her divine might.

Her attack carved the city in half. The gorge she left in the land pushed the two parts of the city apart as the electro-elemental energy created violent explosions.

R'hllor turned around, seeing the destruction a single swing caused, its serpentine eyes wide, its throat bobbing.

Ei prepared to strike again, and the so-called god of light ran.

She lowered her sword, watching her enemy abandon the shell it was using. It transformed into a serpent and split into three, trying to fly away. Each one was fast, leaving shockwaves behind as the air collapsed.

She gave chase, faster than the serpent.

A purple comet appeared next to the snake escaping towards Valyria. It was already dead by the time it realized escape was impossible. She struck the middle one heading towards the Dothraki Sea. It suffered the same fate as the other.

The last one, the actual consciousness of R'hllor, was flying to Qohor. She brought her blade, ready to cleave the head from the body.

As a last-ditch effort, R'hllor separated its soul from the power, leaving behind an empty shell and disappearing into thin air. She destroyed the not-quite-divine energy left behind, but her quarry had managed to scurry away like a vermin.

Ei's lips twitched. Regardless, all the power R'hllor had gathered was gone. Hunting the spirit down would be simple since she had its signature.

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"Is it dead?" Chiyo asked. The battle was short and hopefully meant victory.

"No. Its spirit managed to escape but left all the power it had behind. It is nothing more than a bug to be crushed now."

Sasayuri was quick to get the armed forces into motion. "Admiral, approach the city. We'll keep away from the gorge and search for any sign of life."

"As you command, general."

"All that massacre and dead humans, yet it proved to be useless," Kage said. How had R'hllor been so weak after consuming all those souls?

Ei huffed. "The gods of this world are weak compared to the Archons. The Dendro Archon was not a fighter, yet I am certain she could have defeated them."

"What do we do now?" Chiyo wondered. Certainly, they would have to hunt R'hllor down. But they did not know where it escaped.

"Qohor has to be secured, as are Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen."

"Kage and I can take ground forces to march to Qohor and secure the city," Chiyo offered. She was getting bored aboard the ship; it would give her a chance to stretch her legs.

"Then we will sail to Freedom's Bay."

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"What has happened, worm? Why has our arrival been delayed?"

It cowered before the pulsing flames. "The interloper god. She is too strong. She almost slew me with a single strike."

"Useless. You had one chance and managed to fail after all these centuries."

"Wait. The mortal souls are untouched. She has yet to reach them. I can still open the portal."

"Then there might be a use for you yet. Return to the soul cage and open the portal."

"At once."

"If you fail us once more, there will be nowhere for you to hide."

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Volantis was empty, as she had sensed. The civilians were gone, consumed by R'hllor most likely. She would find and kill the creature for its transgression against humans.

They would send scouts to check the Volantene towns, but if the city itself had fallen, the settlements did not stand a chance.

At least good news was approaching her.

Above the skies of the city, the Thunder Dragon circled down to land. There was something between its teeth, a creature that was nothing but cold and a void that smothered all heat.

It was almost dead.

The dragon opened its jaw, dropping what she assumed to be the god of night and terror on her feet.

He looked surprisingly human. Pale blue skin, sharp ice spikes for hair, donned in crystalline armor, and a very human yet not-quite face.

"Is he dead?"

"Almost." She flicked her finger, sending a small bolt of electricity to wake the creature up. He flinched, opening his light blue eyes.

"The God of Eternity they call you," he said with a breathy voice. She could see that the dragon had beaten him to the edge of death. Couple more blows, and it would have certainly perished.

"Indeed." She pulled her sword, ready to finish what her creation had started.

He raised a trembling hand with great effort. "Before you kill me, you must know the truth."

She considered his words and lowered her blade. "By all means, enlighten me." He was not pleading for his life; she could see that much.

"R'hllor, it's not a god. It's a monster from another realm. It gathers souls, the purer the better, to summon its lords and their armies to this world."

His words chilled the atmosphere more than his powers ever could.

"And your purpose in this historic battle?" Ei asked. Killing R'hllor was a matter of existence now, if she were to believe his words.

"To destroy the souls so it cannot use them. Better a dead world than one left to their mercies."

"I can think of better ways for you to stop R'hllor, mainly by not being the enemy of the humans in the first place." Though, she sensed there was more to it than merely not considering the option.

"It was not possible. My essence kills them slowly even by being near them."

"My apologies then."

"But you are different. I felt R'hllor's power wane before yours. You can finish what I could not."

"I intend to."

Ei erected a barrier around the God of Night and brought her blade down to his heart. The explosion of bone-chilling cold was contained, and another god came to an end.

If his words were to be believed, then R'hllor was indeed a foreigner to this world, just as she was. She did not know where it came from, but if it wanted to bring more of its kind to this planet, she would stop it. Only four cities had left to check, and the enslaved souls could be in any of them.

The stakes had just risen higher than ever.

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Come morning, the fleets sailed and the army marched.

She did not know where R'hllor kept the souls, but they would find them. She sent the dragon with the army for support. In its weakened state, the false god was easy prey for any of her friends.

Sailing southeast at the edge of Valyria, she gazed at the shattered home of the dragon lords of old. Her gaze pierced the Smoking Sea to see what had remained of Valyria.

Nothing.

The volcanic eruption was so violent there was nothing that resembled any sign a civilization ever existed in the peninsula.

The expeditions sent to the island would not find anything, though; the crews would die from the toxic fumes before they could realize that fact.

A cruel, slaving empire annihilated by nature itself, where their superiority meant nothing.

Poetic.

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A brazier was lit atop each city, extending R'hllor's influence, no doubt the means it used to enslave the mortal souls. Sasayuri took down each with one shot before the ships approached.

With the haze covering the cities gone one by one, she found them to be abandoned, with nary a sign of a human.

Plenty of blood, viscera, and corpses were left behind, however.

Three more cities dead with over a million humans gone.

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South of Qohor

Her aide for this operation, a Northerner sergeant, rushed up, saluting. "General Chiyo."

"What is it?"

"Our scouts report a massive horde of undead humans marching to our location."

"Are they sure the enemy are monsters?"

"Yes, most of them are naught but skin and bones. They are just charging ahead mindlessly."

"Numbers?" Qohor had a population close to half a million. If R'hllor had enough power to create an army out of corpses, then the enemy would outnumber them significantly.

"It is difficult to count due to their state, but more than a million by estimate."

Chiyo snorted. It explained where all the dead in abandoned cities were gone.

"Have the warmachines and the light cavalry create a line in front of the troops. Get the artillery and mortars ready. I want as many heavy weapons as possible on elevated platforms."

They might be outnumbered, but this would merely slow them down.

"Yes, General."

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Notes: What do you guys think about how this story is going so far? I racked my brain for a believable way to make the Targaryens declare a war without outside influence, but nothing came to mind that didn't make them some dumb villains who would ignore the fact that their enemy was a god.

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In the next chapter:

She watched the purple spots leave holes in the grey and black mass, only for them to be quickly filled. She tilted her head, lowering the binoculars to rub her eyes. Artillery wiped out dozens, but the size of the horde did not seem to shrink.

"You noticed it too," Kage said.

"Something else is at play."

"We need another reconnaissance flight."

Chiyo nodded. "I'll get the dragon ready."



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[CILinkz]

has kinda the vibe that its another crossover. Rhlor summoning the freakin burning legion and the sequel begins anew in warcraft

 

[Ebanu8]

This is perhaps the most damage Essos has ever suffered in centuries.

 

[ATP]

has kinda the vibe that its another crossover. Rhlor summoning the freakin burning legion and the sequel begins anew in warcraft

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That would explain everytching,and our MC finally get enemy who could fight her.
P.S Others killing humans in good intentions - i like it.

 

[Zelgan]

This further Multicrossing into Warcraft or, like, Dragon Age or any other setting would be PEAK, and I'm usually against that type of reveal.

Hell, it could potential go on further into GATE or Overlord, or Warhammer Fantasy or anything.