Rayder reacted the very instant Vhagar's counterattack roared forth. The ancient dragon's throat convulsed, and a torrent of blazing dragonflame erupted, turning the skies into a sea of fire.Rayder let out a guttural growl, instinctively commanding Immolation—Yimulong in the tongue of Valyria—to twist aside.The Black Dragon obeyed with terrifying grace. His colossal body, dark as obsidian and streaked with veins of ember light, contorted in midair, narrowly avoiding the rushing inferno. The blast missed his chest by a hair's breadth, though the flames still licked his tail. The heat swept past like a desert storm, raising a searing wave of hot air that rippled through the battlefield.For a heartbeat, it seemed the clash had passed. But then disaster struck.As the two dragons hurtled past one another, both attempted to attack even while dodging. Black Dragon Im's talons, black and wickedly curved, lashed outward; Vhagar, caught in the momentum of his counterbreath, instinctively swung his own claw in retaliation.The result was chaos.Two sets of claws—each the size of oaken masts and hardened by scales thicker than castle walls—met in midair. With a thunderous crack, they locked together. In that instant, the two mighty dragons became like warships colliding at full sail, their vast bodies entwined, momentum dragging them into a deadly grapple.The skies themselves seemed to quake beneath their struggle.Once locked, neither dragon could fully control their flame. What should have been precise streams of destruction devolved into an uncontrollable storm. Gouts of fire and thick, tar-like black flame erupted between their twisting bodies, spewing outward like lava from a fractured mountain. The conflagration scorched wings, seared scales, and set the air ablaze with a sizzling stench of burnt flesh.The Black Dragon Im pressed the advantage. Larger, heavier, and above his foe, he had the more favorable angle. His jaws gaped wide, and from them poured his unique black dragonflame—thicker than pitch, writhing like living fire. The torrent struck Vhagar's abdomen and flank at near point-blank range.The old war dragon, hardened by centuries of battle, bellowed in agony. His scales were thick, but even his legendary hide could not withstand such punishment. Smoke rose in plumes; the scent of scorched hide mingled with salt wind. Vhagar writhed, wings beating desperately, but his strength faltered.Below, Rhaenys Targaryen's heart nearly stopped.Her gaze locked upon the sight of the mighty Vhagar being forced downward, struggling beneath Immolation's overpowering bulk. Like a burning meteor, Vhagar was being dragged relentlessly toward the cold, merciless sea.On Vhagar's back clung her daughter—her firstborn, Lannael."No!" Rhaenys screamed, the word tearing from her throat. Her vision blurred with terror. All her life, she had been a dragonrider, a princess, a queen. But in this moment, none of that mattered. She was only a mother.If Vhagar struck the sea in such a state, neither dragon nor rider would survive.Without hesitation, Rhaenys yanked on Meleys's reins. "Up! Meleys, up!"The Red Queen obeyed at once. Her crimson body cut through the air like a bolt of scarlet lightning. With a piercing shriek, Meleys dove, her wings folding slightly to increase speed as she arrowed straight for the entangled beasts above the waves.Rhaenys's mind was clear. She had one target—the exposed back of Immolation. If she struck there, he would be forced to release his grip on Vhagar, and Lannael might yet live.Her resolve steeled into something sharper than Valyrian steel. If necessary, she would unleash her dragonflame directly at Rayder himself, the rider who dared pit his beast against the blood of Valyria.But fate is never merciful.Even as Meleys closed in, another dragon moved.From the shadows of the battle, the Red Dragon Yigen—Rayder's other beast—slid forward like a phantom. His massive head dipped low, teeth bared, jaws yawning wide enough to crush a horse and rider whole. His target was clear: Meleys's exposed flank.If he struck true, Rhaenys and her beloved dragon would be torn apart in an instant.But aid came.Two thunderous roars split the sky. Vermithor and Silverwing, loyal as ancient guardians, surged forward. Under the commands of their riders, they interposed themselves between Yigen and the Red Queen, their bodies like two walls of living stone.Yigen's strike collided with them head-on. The impact was titanic—dragon against dragon, force meeting force. The sound of the collision boomed like distant thunder. Yigen was forced aside, his head snapping away, jaws snapping on empty air.The path was clear. And yet, the opportunity was gone. The interception, though successful, cost Rhaenys precious seconds. Her surprise attack faltered, her chance to break Immolation's grip lost.Rhaenys exhaled a shuddering breath, her body trembling from the brush with death. The cold wind of the upper skies bit into her, chilling even as sweat dampened her brow. She had nearly lost everything in that heartbeat.But her resolve hardened anew. She would not stand idle while her daughter dangled between life and death.Her violet eyes blazed with determination."No… I cannot give up."Once more, she urged Meleys onward. The Red Queen adjusted her wings, diving again—but this time, not for Immolation. Instead, her claws extended, aiming straight for Rayder himself.If the Black Dragon's rider fell, the beast would falter. That was her plan.Rayder, ever watchful, noticed immediately. His lips curled into a cold sneer. The two crimson dragons bore down upon him—Meleys from above, Caraxes from the flank, both riders determined to cut him down.He recognized their intent. They were targeting him, the rider, not the beast.So be it."Hmph," Rayder muttered, voice low, eyes glinting like steel. Then, in the ancient tongue of Valyria, he commanded: "Kidora—stop them!"At his words, the sky itself seemed to shift.Kidora, the golden, three-headed demon dragon, stirred. Though still young compared to the others, he radiated raw menace. His three heads writhed serpentine, eyes glimmering with cruel intelligence.Without hesitation, he moved.One head hissed at Meleys, another snapped toward Caraxes, the third fixed upon Rhaenys herself. Their fanged jaws split into snarls, daring them forward.But Kidora's nature was ever unpredictable.As Rayder steadied himself for the battle to come, he felt an unexpected jolt.One of Kidora's hind claws—almost playfully—lifted and pressed down atop his rider's head. Not hard enough to wound, but enough to stagger.Rayder stumbled, nearly pitched from Immolation's back. Shock and fury surged through him. His hand flew to the sore spot where the claw had pressed, and he glared upward.The three-headed dragon only grinned—or as close to a grin as a beast could. One head even curled its lips in a mocking sneer, as if to say: Come then...Who's afraid of whom?Rayder's teeth clenched, anger boiling. That insufferable beast! Again, it defied him, mocking him even in battle. He swore then and there—when this fight ended, Kidora would need another harsh lesson.But for now, the skies were fire, and the battle for life and death raged on...
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