Chapter 216 - Death of a God (III)
"Decisions change lives, whether for better or worse, but we must be able to accept our choices and not regret them, because regret is a poison that eats away at your resolve and kills you little by little." Aenar Targaryen.
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When the war began, Harrenhal became a veritable hell on earth. Flaming arrows rained down from the sky, looking like comets leaving trails of fire behind them.
"Shields!!!!" A man shouted as he positioned the shield above his head, waiting for the impact, which came in the next second.
The sound of arrows hitting the shield echoed across the battlefield.
However, the arrows still hit hundreds of people, killing some and injuring others.
At the same moment, the fire seemed to come to life, turning into a huge wave of fire and crashing into the majestic walls of Harrenhal. Some unlucky people were caught in the fire and turned into charred corpses. It was Kinvara and Moqorro who had acted and counterattacked using magic.
The Lords who were watching it all opened their eyes wide, horror and disbelief on their faces. They sensed that this was a legendary battle that had been written in the pages of books about an ancient and powerful era.
Which, if you think about it, wasn't exactly wrong, as this really was a battle that would decide the death of a god.
"Incredible." Visenya commented as she saw the wave of flame colliding with the castle walls, it was a sight so magical and incredible that it could make even the calmest of men feel awe at magic.
"You'll be stronger." Aenar replied with a smile as he released the arrow from his bow, hitting a man on the ramparts, killing him instantly as the arrow hit his eye.