The moment Attia felt an intense pain, a miraculous power surged from the churning lava, instantly enveloping him. It made Attia feel as if his blood was about to ignite.
The excruciating pain left Attia breathless. Before he could even let out a scream, a surging energy rushed into his head, causing him to instantly pass out.
"Young Master~"
In a daze, Attia found himself in a wondrous space entirely composed of flames, where everything was dreamlike and ethereal. It was like an ocean of fire, or an endless expanse of clouds made of flames.
Attia wandered curiously and aimlessly. In this world, seemingly made of pure energy, the omnipresent warmth made him feel quite comfortable.
It was as if he were immersed in a warm hot spring; every cell in his body felt joyous. Moreover, the burns on his hand and the wound on his arm were rapidly healing under the nourishment of the magical warmth around him.
There was no up, down, left, or right here, only endless orange-red light flowing and swirling, forming various strange patterns. They looked like characters, or runes, like various fire spirits, or like magical creatures not yet fully formed.
He tried to touch them, but they immediately transformed into warm energy and dissipated, completely out of reach.
"You have come, Prince of the Blazing Bloodline!"
Suddenly, a deep, thunderous voice echoed from the depths of the flames.
This caused Attia's heart to tremble violently. Countless flames rapidly converged before him, gradually forming a massive outline—the phantom of a golden giant dragon.
Immediately following this, to his left, right, and behind him, large amounts of flames also began to rapidly coalesce. A red giant dragon, a black-purple "Phoenix" with huge horns, and a "Phoenix" shimmering with colorful light also began to materialize.
The two giant dragons were similar in appearance to the dragons in *A Song of Ice and Fire*, but their bodies were more slender, more majestic, and the tips of their dragon wings had five dragon toes.
Their bodies exuded an aura of bloodlust and ancient wilderness. Their dense scales were as hot as flowing lava, and their eyes were like two burning, blood-red stars, beautiful and profound.
The pair of Phoenixes were much stranger. Attia didn't know why he subconsciously knew they were Phoenixes. However, their appearance was too different from the Phoenixes he knew.
Although these Phoenixes were covered in dazzling plumes, they had a pair of huge horns like buffaloes on their heads. And although they were not short, they did not possess the unparalleled splendor of the Phoenixes of legend.
Moreover, their size was a bit too large; they were all over a hundred meters, just like the giant dragons. When their wings flapped, countless flames would appear out of thin air, then instantly vanish like shooting stars.
"Who are you?"
Attia then realized that he didn't need to speak aloud; all his thoughts were directly transmitted to the four giant beasts in the form of consciousness.
"We are the Guardians of the Blazing Flame."
A vast voice resonated in Attia's mind, and the surrounding flames continuously undulated with the sound.
"For tens of thousands of years, we have slumbered in an unspeakable place, awaiting the suitable bloodline to awaken us."
At this moment, the surrounding flames suddenly fluctuated violently, and the scene of the Doom of Valyria was enacted.
The Fourteen Flames erupted simultaneously, and the world-destroying flames not only tore apart the earth but also ignited the sky, and giant dragons fell in agony.
This caused Attia to suddenly feel a heart-wrenching pain, as if the suffering of those giant dragons was directly transmitted to his soul.
"Almost all of our kin who descended before were slaughtered. So…"
"Alas! There's no time to tell you too much. The truth of this world requires you to gradually grow stronger and explore it step by step."
"Child, do not trust any gods…"
As soon as the words fell, the four giant beasts transformed back into boundless flames. And the flames changed violently again. This time, the scene of Attia's birth appeared.
A red comet fell on the Stepstones, and the intense impact caused the nearby seabed to rapidly rise, forming the current Phoenix Island, with a total area exceeding twenty thousand square kilometers.
"Attia…"
Just as Attia was about to be awakened by his mother's call, the surrounding flames churned violently, and a massive amount of information instantly merged into Attia's consciousness.
Basic syllables of the Old Tongue, countless historical fragments, the secret of Valyrian Steel forging... these knowledges rushed at him like a tide, almost tearing his consciousness apart.
Attia's consciousness struggled in pain; those images and sounds were too vast, far exceeding his capacity to bear.
Just as he felt his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, a sudden cool sensation arose from the depths of Attia's consciousness—it was the remnant of his past life's soul.
"Interesting..."
"Your otherworldly soul is even more resilient than we imagined."
The surrounding flames gradually stabilized, forming a gentler vortex that continuously converged into Attia's body. This made Attia feel his body rapidly strengthening; he felt as if his body was filled with power.
"Can I get a dragon?"
This was Attia's most pressing question. In the world of *A Song of Ice and Fire*, nothing was more important than owning a dragon.
"Hahaha~ We are already by your side!"
Attia was about to press further when he suddenly felt a strong pulling sensation. The outside reality was calling him back.
"Time is up."
"Remember, do not trust any gods, do not offend them..."
"Unless…"
Their telepathic message did not end; the flame world had already begun to rapidly collapse, and Attia felt his consciousness instantly pulled towards a pinpoint of light.
Attia opened his eyes and first saw anxious faces. His mother, Gaia, was holding his small hand with a worried expression; his usually radiant and majestic mother had become much thinner, and her eyes were now dark with exhaustion.
Behind her, the maid Charlotte and his manservant Locke were sobbing quietly, while Daemon Targaryen stood at the doorway with a solemn expression.
"Thank the Divine Phoenix!"
Seeing Attia finally wake up, Gaia was overjoyed and wept, her voice trembling slightly.
She gently stroked Attia's forehead and said, "My Attia, you've been unconscious for three days and three nights; you scared me to death!"
Attia tried to sit up but felt a wave of dizziness. His right hand was wrapped in thick bandages, but strangely, he felt no pain; instead, a warm, flowing sensation spread from the wound throughout his body.
"Magma... dragons..."
Attia, in his daze, murmured to himself, but then immediately realized his mistake and quickly closed his mouth.
Gaia's eyes suddenly sharpened. She turned to the others and said, "All of you, leave. I need to speak with my son alone."
"Including you, Daemon Targaryen!"
"I… Alright! I'll come back later!"
When only mother and son were left in the room, Gaia's expression became complex, "Tell me, Attia! What did you see in… your dream?"
Attia hesitated. Having lived another life, he deeply understood the principle that a valuable possession invites trouble. But facing his mother's sharp gaze, he knew that a simple lie would likely not easily pass.