299 AC - Uruk - Third Person POV
Within the grand halls of Egalmah, the palace of Uruk, King Domonic Augustus sat with his queens, Daenerys Targaryen and Missandei, their faces lit by the flickering glow of braziers. The chamber was vast, its walls adorned with captured banners from Lys, Myr, Tyrosh, Astapor, Yunkai, Meereen, and now Volantis. The trio discussed their next move against the alliance of Pentos, Norvos, Qohor, and Lorath, whose combined army of 150,000—sellswords, Dothraki of different khalsars, and sorcerers—stood poised to challenge Uruk's dominion.
Domonic's plan was simple: he and Daenerys, wielding their formidable powers, would crush the alliance's army, then send Uruk's forces to root out every master, magister, and prince in the cities.
Missandei, seated to Domonic's side, her eyes sharp with resolve, spoke up. "I wish to join the battle, my king. My powers may not match yours, but I can fight."
Domonic, his expression softening, shook his head. "Your powers are not suited for open war, Missy. Dany has the firepower. I wield earth, magic and more. We'll handle the field."
Missandei's face fell, her hands clenching. Seeing her sadness, Domonic summoned his status panel, a shimmering interface only he could see. It displayed his vast array of powers and assets: Toph Beifong's earthbending, Gellert Grindelwald's dark magic, Gol D. Roger's Haki, and a body enhanced by super soldier serum, alongside artifacts like Captain America's shield, the Elder Wand, and Gilgamesh's Golden Armor. His allies, including Daenerys with her fire-based Mera Mera no Mi and Missandei with her telepathic abilities, were listed, as were his Pokémon and 45,354,400 Gold Dragons. His Gacha Points stood at 50.
Domonic added 100 Gold Dragons to the system, boosting his Gacha Points to 150. He activated the Gacha machine, rolling 50 times. Among the rewards were the Mori Mori no Mi, a Green Arrow template, 100 kilograms of Valyrian steel, a Tsunade Senju template, and Andúril, the Flame of the West. He plucked the Mori Mori no Mi, a gnarled, green fruit, and handed it to Missandei. "This will match Danny's Power. Eat it."
Missandei hesitated, then bit into the fruit, her face contorting in disgust at its foul taste. She gagged, nearly vomiting, but Domonic urged, "Swallow it, Missy. It's your strength now." With a grimace, she gulped it down, the Mori Mori no Mi granting her control over plant life. Domonic then applied the Tsunade Senju template, endowing her with superhuman strength, healing, and chakra mastery, and used a Weakness Removal card to perfect her abilities. "Now you command trees and life as Daenerys commands fire. The Mori Mori no Mi lets you summon forests, entangle foes, and bend nature. Tsunade's power gives you strength and healing beyond mortals."
Missandei's eyes lit with newfound confidence. Over two weeks, Domonic trained her, guiding her to summon towering trees, weave vines into snares, and heal wounds with a touch. Daenerys, her flames dancing, sparred with them, their powers a symphony of fire, earth, and green life. The plan shifted: Domonic, Daenerys, and Missandei would face the alliance's 150,000 alone, a testament to Uruk's might.
The battle came on a windswept plain outside Pentos, where the alliance's army—sellswords in gleaming armor, Dothraki screaming on horseback, and sorcerers cloaked in shadow—arrayed in a vast crescent. Domonic, clad in Gilgamesh's Golden Armor, stood at the forefront, Daenerys and Missandei flanking him. The Dothraki charged first, their arakhs flashing, but Domonic raised a hand, earthbending the ground into a chasm that swallowed a thousand riders. Their screams echoed as the earth closed over them.
Daenerys unleashed her Mera Mera no Mi, a torrent of fire sweeping across the sellsword ranks. Men burned, their armor melting, as she wove flames into a dragon's shape, its roar shaking the sky. Her Boa Hancock charisma froze stragglers in awe, rendering them easy prey for her fire. A sellsword captain, rallying his men, shouted, "She's a witch!" before a fireball reduced him to ash.
Missandei, her Mori Mori no Mi awakened, raised her arms, and the plain erupted with towering trees, their roots bursting from the earth to ensnare Dothraki horses. Vines lashed out, crushing sorcerers before they could cast their spells. "The forest fights for Uruk!" she cried, her voice carrying Tsunade's authority. A Dothraki khal, trapped in vines, roared, "What demon commands trees?" before a root snapped his neck.
Domonic wielded Grindelwald's dark magic, the Elder Wand flashing as he summoned bolts of black lightning, felling entire companies. His Haki, drawn from Gol D. Roger, let him sense every foe. A sorcerer, hurling a fireball, screamed, "He's no man!" as Domonic's earthbending crushed him beneath a boulder.
The alliance's sorcerers countered, weaving spells of shadow and ice, but Missandei's healing kept her unscathed, her chakra sealing wounds mid-battle. A sorcerer, his eyes glowing, chanted, "We'll bury them in darkness!" but Missandei's trees impaled him, her voice cold: "Darkness falls before life."
Daenerys danced through the fray, her flames a whirlwind that incinerated a Dothraki khalasar. Her charisma disarmed foes, leaving them kneeling before her fire consumed them. A sellsword, fleeing, stammered, "She's a goddess of flame!" only to be engulfed by her next blaze.
Domonic's earthbending reshaped the battlefield, raising walls to block cavalry charges and sinking entire battalions into pits. His Haki-enhanced senses guided his strikes, each blow precise, his shield a blur as he deflected a sorcerer's curse. "Uruk's might is absolute!" he roared, his voice shaking the enemy's resolve.
Missandei's forest grew denser, vines and roots tearing through armor and flesh. Her Tsunade strength let her hurl boulders, crushing sellsword lines. A Dothraki, entangled, gasped, "The trees live!" before a branch silenced him forever. Her healing kept Domonic and Daenerys fighting, their wounds vanishing under her touch.
The battle lasted hours, but the alliance's 150,000 were no match for Uruk's trio; they chased down every straggler. By dusk, the plain was a graveyard of broken blades and charred corpses, the alliance army annihilated. Domonic, Daenerys, and Missandei stood unscathed, their powers unmatched. Domonic raised his Elder Wand, signaling Uruk's army to march into Pentos.
The Unsullied and Uruk's legions stormed the city, dragging out every magister, prince, and slaver. Domonic, his armor gleaming, executed them with precise earthbending, their bodies buried in stone. A Pentoshi magister, pleading, cried, "Mercy, great king!" but Domonic's voice was cold: "Slavers earn no mercy." The city fell silent, its people kneeling to Uruk's rule.
With Pentos secured, Domonic divided his army into three. He led one host to Norvos, Daenerys to Qohor, and Missandei to Lorath. In Norvos, Domonic's earthbending toppled the Bearded Priests' temples, his magic slaying their guards. A priest, dying, gasped, "You defy the gods!" Domonic replied, "I am the god here."
Daenerys, in Qohor, burned the Black Goat's altars, her flames cleansing the city of its masters. A Qohorik noble, scorched, whispered, "Fire reborn…" before collapsing. Her charisma swayed the smallfolk, who hailed her as their liberator.
Missandei, in Lorath, summoned forests to choke the city's defenders, her Tsunade strength shattering gates. A Lorathi prince, entangled, begged, "Spare us!" but her vines tightened, her voice firm: "Uruk brings justice." The city fell, its rulers dead.
The Free Cities bowed to Uruk, their wealth and power absorbed into Domonic's empire. In Egalmah, the trio reunited, their conquests complete, their eyes now turning west, where Westeros bled under the weight of its own wars. Aemon Targaryen's ice and fire grew stronger, but Uruk's shadow loomed larger still, its king and queens ready to reshape the world.