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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 297 AC.

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  'The Shogun had offered his daughter, seeing how Hiyori was ented by the hero,' wrote Takeshi. "I also said that this was the best the Shogun could do. Even if his only daughter went to the other side of the world to marry the Arctig, it was the least he could offer, and I assured him she would be fine. After all, they were prosperous and powerful. Even though she would not be the first wife, her lineage would still blend with a liremely rare in the world."

  'I was surprised when I delved deeper into Jon Artica's lineage. I was astoo find that he carried the blood of the First Men, as they were called in those nds, and the dragonlords of a Valyria. This was a marriage that didn't even require winning a war to happen... Besides, Yi-Ti had much to gain from the trade betweewo nations, now that the Arctig had established a direct route to them, crossing all the moons to supply products that would e straight from Artica.'

  'The food Jon Artica brought greatly mitigated the damage caused by the war, but Yi-Ti was not in a position to rest easy. Most of the farms along the eastern border were rgely destroyed and urgently o secure food supplies. The Artis agreed to send a fleet of ships as soon as possible, but Yi-Ti would still o seek other alternatives until the try returo normality, which could take between three and five years.'

  'Even so, things were much better in Yi-Ti now. Without the pressure of war and quest, they could finally breathe, and things were quickly returning to where they had been before all this chaos began.'

  'The name Jon Artica would still be spoken of feions after these events. I personally believe it will be remembered forever, and many will regard him as a legend. This reputation even led many to seek him out in the capital i days, particurly hoping he would train samurai children of all csses—even those who mahe try—to bee his apprentices and protégés, taking them to Artica to train in his unique swordsmanship. However, Jon Artica deed, and I uand why... After all, he has his kingdom to manage, and as he himself said, it's time for him to take care of his own family—something he hasn't been able to do yet.'

  'I hope he care for Princess Hiyori. I recall Prinonosuke calling Jon Artica for a versation, during which I had to be present. The prince asked Jon to take care of his sister, and Jon nodded in agreement. At the bahe e was announced, and it was revealed that the princess would be taken to Artica. This surprised many, though others had already expected su oute.'

  'In the end, Jon Artica left the capital, and things calmed signifitly, although the mention of his ill stirs emotions among the people of Yi-Ti. Will we see him again? Will he visit Yi-Ti once more? I wonder... But regardless of what the future holds, the legend of Okuo Makami and Jon Artica as its real-life embodiment will endure in Yi-Ti until the st heartbeat of this people.'

  Takeshi finally stopped writing, satisfied with his work in his journal. He had reted all the details, from Jon Artica's arrival to his departure, and how he influenced Yi-Ti's war. This record would serve as the foundation for creating dots and books ig this part of Yi-Ti's history.

  He nodded in satisfa as he closed the book, his work finished for now. Rising to his feet, he prepared to speak with the emperor, who was in a state of near m after his daughter's departure—a natural rea, as Hiyori had been an enormous emotional support for the family, pying a motherly role in helping her father and brother ever since Kozuki Toki's passing.

  And so, Takeshi left the room, leaving his journal behind, closed and waiting for the moment when Jon Artica's story would be officially recorded in the annals of Yi-Ti.

  Meanwhile, outside the Jade Sea, two moons had passed since Jon Artica had left Yi-Ti. Things seemed calm in the region of Sver's Bay at that moment. The masters eheir forturading and tending to their possessions, whether human or material resources. Here and there, they indulged in their lives as best they could across all the cities of Sver's Bay.

  But in Meereen, the rgest city of the region, characterized by its great pyramid and an imposing harpy statue perched atop its peak, things were slightly different. The statue marked the tral point where a cil of svers gathered, posed of Meereen's most promi lords. The city itself was sustained almost entirely by sves who toiled endlessly to keep it running, while their masters hahe city's administration through a cil made up of the principal merts.

  The cil meeting was focused os received several moons ago, particurly about Arctic ships spotted near Lys.

  "So, six moons ago, a group of Arctic ships was seen heading north. Why are we only hearing about this now…" one of the masters said.

  "This came from some merts traveling through the Summer Isles. There were twenty ships, and the dition of the vessels appeared good, so it's not as if they were fleeing from something. Most of the fleet seems to have remained in the East. We don't know what they're doing there, aakes a long time to reach us, but we could still hear from the cities at the entrance of Sver's Bay if they show up here," another added.

  "Do you really think they would attack us because of what happened in Vontis? I know we failed to capture members of their family, but even so, it would be an enormous effort for them to front us. Besides, our cities are well-fortified. Meereen has never fallen in its history, and it never will, no matter who the enemy is. They could even be riding dragons!" a third said fidently.

  The meeting tihough some svers deemed the fears absurd. heless, the s were shared by many of Meereen's great masters. In the end, the meeting cluded with divided opinions—some driven by genuine worry, others by paranoid delusions.

  Among those present was Razdal mo Eraz, one of the city's most important mert masters. After the meeting, he returo his mansion, escorted by his many guards.

  Upoering his home, he went straight to his bath chamber, where a sve girl was finishing ing the space. As soon as he ehe girl made a motion to leave.

  "No, you stay," he ordered, gesturing for her to approad help him bathe instead of summoning another sve. He wahe process to take its time.

  "Is something the matter, my master? You seem troubled," she murmured in the broken Valyrian of Meereen, as she ed his body in cloths, washing him.

  "Nothing much... it's just my colleagues... those fools are worried about something that won't happen to us, frightened of a group of savages from the western kingdoms…" he replied, but without going into detail. The woman merely nodded.

  Everything seemed calm until he began to hear the sound of screams ing from outside the chamber. He tried to ig, assuming it was a minor invenience, and closed his eyes, but the noise began to irritate him.

  "What are they doing? Tell them to be quiet! Don't they see I o rest?" Razdal mo Eraz shouted angrily.

  The woman quickly nodded ao check. However, after five minutes of waiting, she did not return, and the screams only grew louder. Irritated and curious, the master grumbled, "What is it now," as he stood up and stepped out of the bath. ing a towel around his body, he left the room and headed to an open area on the sed floor of his mansion.

  Wheepped outside, he was met with a strange se. The screams were louder than ever, with people shouting at one another as guards and sves scrambled about in a frenzy.

  "Hey! What's going on?" he called to a guard. The man turned, visibly terrified.

  "Master, the city is utack! A fleet is advang oy!" the guard excimed, pointing toward the harbor visible from the open area.

  Razdal mo Eraz said nothing more and walked closer, approag the open window, still skeptical about the situation. He gazed out toward the bay. His expression quickly ged as he saw the white sails with the blue snowfke emblem at their ter, ad each of the ships.

  "They're the Artis," he murmured, realizing that everyone was a bit shaken by this attack. After all, over 200 ships were approag the city.

  Quickly, bells began ringing throughout the city, signaling the approach of an enemy. Guards from all over Meereen started marg toward the harbor, preparing to defend the walls that separated the city from the port and the kennels.

  The harbor itself was in chaos as people scrambled to get ihe city, while some ships began fleeing the port, praying that the Artis would not pursue them.

  "They 't defeat us!" Razdal mo Eraz said to himself, still stunned by the Artis' actual attack but fident that the city would hold. "They'll tire themselves out. Meereen will not fall! Not a ce!" He muttered to himself as he returo his mansion, trying t order amidst the chaos while gathering his family and summoning some guards.

  "e on... let's find my colleagues," he said as he got dressed, preparing to attend a meeting with the reat sver lords to decide how to respond to the Artis.

  Razdal mo Eraz was still surprised that the attack had actually happened because of the Vontis i. Yet, he found it strahat none of the other sver cities along the bay had sent any warnings about this fleet's approach. Why would Meereehe direct target and not er cities in Sver's Bay? Razdal mo Eraz couldn't uand what was happening, and it left him uneasy.

  He moved through the chaotic streets, where signs of fear were already evident among the people, worried about what might happen. Still, he thought their panic was overblown and tinued on his way, determined.

  Meanwhile, oers, the Arti ships kept advang. Jon was aboard one of them. Though his fgship was not present—this was a war assault, and he preferred to lead operations directly. He was at the forefront, his ship leading the rest of the battle fleet. He watched the movements in the harbor and on the walls, both with his own eyes and through the vision of a hundred birds in the sky, unnoticed by anyone.

  More and more people ran in panic, while soldiers filled the walls, trying tanize a defehe sver masters deployed armed men throughout the city to trol the chaos within the walls.

  "Well, I think we're in a good position. It's time to begin," Jon said calmly. He would not waste time; there would be no initial iations here, just as there had been with every city they entered before reag Meereen.

  Everyone around him nodded quickly upon hearing his words and began preparing their ons. The 200 ships were loaded with wildfire, and the Artis were ready to teach these svers why they should never have meddled with the Northern Kingdom.

  Once everything repared, Jon didn't eveo give verbal orders. He simply raised his hand in front of the fleet, signaling for all ons to aim at the wall. After a few seds, the gates had already been sealed, and the people were retreating from the area, leaving only soldiers behind.

  Without saying a word, Jon lowered his hand in a signal to unch the initial attack. In the moment, the giants released their harpoons from every ship. The projectiles soared through the sky with an explosive sound that caught the attention of the ey.

  Even the calmest people, those who believed Meereen would never fall, turo the bay in fear, startled by the thunderous noise, like dozens of storms erupting at once.

  The harpoons rose high into the air, visible to all as tiny specks from a distance, and then began their dest, heading toward the walls. With ah-shaking explosion, they struck, embedding themselves into the harbor's fortifications.

  The soldiers of Meereen, frightened, felt the walls tremble as hundreds of harpoons embedded themselves along their length. They rushed to examihem, seeing the ders burning at the tips and dripping a mysterious liquid. Though they couldn't uand what it was, their unease grew, knowing it couldn't be actal. Unfamiliar with wildfire, they began asking questions, but it was already too te—their end was near.

  When the fmes reached the blue liquid within the ders, a rea of explosions ignited, oer the other, along the wall fag the harbor.

  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

  The side wall around the harbor, along with the harbor itself, was obliterated in seds, shaking the ey. The brilliand deafening roar of the explosions reverberated through Meereen as ses of the walls colpsed, killing everyone nearby. Soldiers and sves alike stared at the inferno and chaos in terror, as the fmes spread rapidly. Screams, already loud, reached their peak.

  Razdal mo Eraz was climbing the pyramid wheremor caused him to stumble and nearly fall. He saw the fsh from the harbor, destroying everything in its path, and heard the increasingly desperate cries of the popution. For the first time, fear appeared on his face as he began to doubt his earlier assertion that Meereen would never fall. He froze, staring at the rising smoke where the wall oood. Swallowing hard, he murmured in disbelief:

  "What is this? How this be happening…?" He couldn't believe the Artis would be so brutal and un attack of this magnitude.

  "Well done," Jon said calmly, the destru. Even the ships trembled from the impact, though they were far enough to avoid being struck by debris.

  He showed ion as he watched. His gaze remained indifferent. Jon knew his as were cruel, but he didn't care. He was a king, and it was his duty to ensure his enemies feared him and his kingdom. Meereen would be made into an example, just as Astapor and Yunkai had been.

  The destru of Meereen wasn't the first of his campaigns in Sver's Bay. Jon had already invaded and razed two other major cities, always sparing as many sves as possible but ensuring the leaders of the great families met less fortues. By cutting off their unications by air and sea and deploying ships faster than any horse could traverse the desert, he sistently caught cities off guard, employing the same strategy here.

  "So this is the famous pyramid of Meereen. It's quite rge…" Jon ented, gng toward the city ter. He admitted it was an impressive piece of architecture, though it had almost certainly been built by sves. Deg it was time to put ao this, he turned back.

  "Hey, you hit it?" he asked the giant directly.

  "I ," the giant replied curtly, speaking in the Old Tongue.

  "Then bring down that golden statue at the top," Jon ordered, pointing to the target.

  The giant nodded and began preparing a neoon in the uncher. Adjusting the tension, he pulled the thick cord taut, so tight it seemed it might snap at any moment. An expert in ung, the giant calcuted the precise trajectory to hit the distant target exactly where Jon wanted.

  Raising the uhe giant aimed carefully and fired. Jon had ented the harpoon with his magisuring it wouldn't be affected by the wind.

  In the moment, the harpoon shot through the air, its body oscilting slightly but remaining ued by the wind. It traveled across the city, desding toward the pyramid. The harpoon struck the golden statue at the top squarely in its chest. The impact was tremendous, startling those nearby—many already dazed by the destru of the walls. The sound of the statue exploding echoed through the city as the der's fuse activated the wildfire.

  Razdal mo Eraz, nearly at the top of the stairs, froze in shock at the sight. His first instinct was to flee into the pyramid, a sinking feeling warning him that something even worse was about to happen.

  In the moment, a powerful explosioed at the top of the pyramid, glowing emerald green and shattering the golden statue. Fragments and golden debris rained down, smashing rooftops and crashing into the streets below. The city was in utter chaos. As Jon had intehere would be iations here; he made it clear that the sver masters would pay dearly, just as they had in Vontis.

  "My king, what should we do? The troops are ready, but the fmes haven't died dow," reported a royal guard roached Jon for orders.

  "Pour sand on the fmes where the harbor used to be. We'll breach through there," Jon replied, his gaze fixed on the destru.

  The guard nodded quickly and began shouting orders to the men.

  The ships pressed forward, ung sacks of sand through the Arti Scorpions, sm the fmes as tons of sand rained dowhe sm ruins. The ground was strewn with charred stones from the shattered wall, mixed with dust hanging thi the air. Every ship in the harbor had beeroyed, leaving only debris in their wake. Evehe city walls, people—both sves and freemen—were fleeing the area, running to the opposite side of the city.

  "They say this city has never fallen," Jon remarked as he surveyed the destru. "It seems we must show the world why they should fear our people wheales of this day spread to all four ers of the earth."

  Jon turo the prow of the ship, speaking to his men and Arya, of course. Perhaps his deeds in Yi-Ti would ruly be reized by the world, but attag Sver's Bay was different. Soon, everyone would know who the Artis were and what they were capable of.

  The ships began anch at the ruined harbor, and Jon disembarked, a medieval-style suit of Valyrian steel armor, fed during his first stay in Yi-Ti. He had left behind his samurai-style armor, reverting to the more familiar armaments of this part of the world.

  Jon's men disembarked swiftly, his direwolf Ghost apanying him. They marched in formation as the sound of screams echoed from the city. The destru of the walls had cleared the path, and now 10,000 Arti soldiers were ready to quer Meereen. With the city's main defehe walls—reduced to rubble, victory seemed iable.

  "Artis!" Jon shouted, standing before the destroyed wall, his voice carrying above the din of chaos aru. His men, positioned as best they could amid the debris, prepared to storm the city.

  "We are here today to deliver justice! We will answer for the attack these men made against Artica. Today, we will show them why we, the Artis, are so dangerous and why we must be feared. And we will send a message to the entire world when news of this day spreads!" Jon's voice was firm and anding, resonating with his troops before he tinued.

  "But listen well—I will not tolerate any war crimes, such as rape or the plundering of on folk and sves. However, anyone who raises a on against you must be eliminated. Protect your lives. What I want is for every noble family in this city to be detained. We will hold trials once we have full trol. Is that uood?" He cluded, his pierg gaze sweeping over his troops.

  The speech was brief but direct, reminding everyone of the mission's goal: total trol of the city and the subjugation of the sver masters. Jon's leadership was unmistakable, and his men responded with a resounding csh of ons against shields in unison.

  Giants stood out among the ranks, wielding massive spears and shields. Jon nodded, satisfied with his warriors' response, and turoward the city. Uhing his twin katanas, which he still carried, he issued the order:

  "With me!"

  Jon advanced on foot, with Ghost by his side, knowing this would be a fight within the fines of the city rather than an open battlefield.

  Leading the charge, he stepped over the rubble of the destroyed wall as his men followed, running behind but maintaining their formation. Together, they invaded Meereen.

  The battle for the city had begun.

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