The Narrow Sea rose in revolt.
Winds screamed. Waves struck like giants. Lightning painted the sky in white fury. The Bloodfleet scattered.
Andrew stood atop the deck of the Fury's Wake, unshaken. Vharaxes circled above the chaos, wings battling the storm. Daenerys clung to Drogon's back, eyes locked on the horizon.
A kraken rose from the deep—massive, eyeless, ancient. Tentacles crushed a ship to splinters.
Andrew leapt. Souldrinker slashed through salted flesh. Vharaxes unleashed fire into the rain. The beast howled, burning, and vanished beneath the storm.
They pressed on. Toward Westeros.