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SLW Chapter 51 : The Shadow General
🕑 Added 2025-03-30 23:30:06 +0000 UTCDING!
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[You have leveled up!]
[You have leveled up!]
[You have leveled up!]
Aeron barely had time to catch his breath before the world shifted.
His body burned not with pain anymore, but with power.
It coursed through his veins, a tide of raw, unfathomable strength. His muscles tightened, hardened. His wounds, Closing, sealing shut, regenerating at an unnatural speed.
He had grown stronger.
But the real prize...The spoils of war.
Another notification flashed.
[You have acquired: Ashen Scales (Legendary Armor Set)]
Made from the Cannibal’s tough scales and hide
resistant to fire, magic, and destruction itself.
[The Cannibal’s Crown (Horned Dragonlord Helmet)]
Forged from the skull of the Cannibal, only worn by the mightiest of the dragon lords of old Valyria.
Fire Immunity – The wearer cannot be burned.
Dragon Domination – Lesser dragons will submit to the wearer.
[Drakaryzor (Dragonlord’s Greatsword)]
Forged from the purest Valyrian steel, imbued with the fury of an ancient dragon.
Dragon’s Fury – Each swing erupts in black dragonfire, burning everything in a 10-meter arc.
Aeron’s breath hitched.
These weren’t just items.
These were relics of conquest, trophies carved from the very essence of the beast he had slain.
His shadowed hands reached out, and before him, the armor materialized.
The Ashen Scales.
It was black as night, streaked with deep crimson veins, as if the dragon’s own blood still pulsed beneath the hardened hide. Each plate of armor was layered, interlocking seamlessly, giving it both a primal and regal look.
He slid into it.
It morphed around him, molding to his very essence.
And then the Crown.
The Cannibal’s Crown.
The helm of a Dragonlord.
Forged from the skull of the Cannibal itself, its jagged horns stretched back like a demon’s crown. The eye slits glowed faintly red, as if the fire of the beast still lingered within.
Aeron lifted it.
Placed it atop his head.
He clenched his fists.
"Too bad there aren’t that many dragons in this world.."
Then his eyes fell upon the final prize.
The sword.
Drakaryzor.
A monstrosity of a blade.
It was massive, larger than anything a normal man could wield. Its obsidian-black steel pulsed with deep ember-like veins, runes of Valyria’s lost language etched across its titanic surface.
Aeron gripped the hilt.
A pulse of heat ran through his arm.
The weight..It was perfect.
He stepped forward, armor gleaming, helm casting a terrifying silhouette against the burning cavern.
His grip tightened.
One swing.
Just one.
Aeron brought the sword down.
And hell was unleashed.
FWOOM!
A colossal arc of black dragonfire erupted from the blade, tearing through the air like a hurricane of death.
The very cavern trembled.
The walls cracked.
The ground beneath him shattered.
Everything in its path was consumed turned to ash in an instant.
Aeron exhaled.
He looked down at the blade.
Then at the burning wasteland before him.
He grinned.
"Now this… this is a weapon fit for a Monarch."
Aeron strode forward, the ground beneath his boots cracking under the lingering heat of his attack. The Cannibal’s corpse lay before him, a mountain of flesh and scale, its once-burning emerald eyes now lifeless. A legend, fallen.
Yet Aeron knew this was not the end.
Not for his army.
He reached out, placing his gauntleted hand against the still-warm corpse. His fingers pressed into the charred, battle-worn scales. The air was heavy, charged, as if the entire mountain held its breath.
Then, in a voice that carried across death itself, he spoke:
"Arise."
For a moment..nothing happened.
The world stood still.
And then
SHADOWS ERUPTED.
A maelstrom of black mist and arcane power exploded from the corpse, swirling, twisting, forming something colossal shadow.
Aeron felt it, the magic the cannibal, an overwhelming darkness so vast that even he had to brace himself. His soldiers trembled in his own shadow from the sheer pressure.
Then, it happened.
The Cannibal’s body still, yet a massive shadow started to emerge.
A pair of massive, glowing violet eyes snapped open.
And the beast rose.
It wasn’t just a dragon anymore.
It was something else entirely.
The Cannibal’s had been reborn in darkness, its once-black scales now a deep, endless void that drank the very light around it. Shadows rippled across its titanic form, constantly shifting, making it look like a nightmare given flesh. Its wings stretched farther than before, so massive they nearly touched the cavern’s walls. Its horns curved like demonic blades, and when it opened its maw, a black inferno boiled within.
And then it roared.
The sound was primal. Ancient. Unholy.
A cry of dominion.
Aeron felt the force of it shake the cavern. The very air warped. The earth quivered. It was a roar that could make men go mad, cities fall, and the gods themselves take notice.
And then
[??? General Rank]
The system’s voice was almost drowned out by the sheer power radiating from the beast.
Aeron stood there, his glowing violet eyes locked onto the monstrous shadowed dragon before him.
For the first time in a long time, he felt something close to awe.
He tilted his head back, a slow grin forming beneath his draconic crown.
"Hah…" he exhaled, voice filled with pride, power, and something almost reverent.
"A true beast of war."
Aeron stepped forward, his eyes still locked onto the behemoth of shadow before him. The Cannibal stood tall, wings partially unfurled, exuding a presence so overwhelming that even the winds inside the cavern bent to its will.
The dragon's burning violet gaze bore into Aeron, silent, awaiting its master's decree.
Aeron’s lips curled into a sharp, knowing smirk. He lifted a gauntleted hand and placed it against the beast’s massive snout, its scales were cold as the abyss, yet thrumming with barely contained power.
"You really earned that name, so you get to keep it."
His voice was laced with respect, but also possession.
[ Cannibal, Rank: General ]
The system confirmed what Aeron already knew, this was no mere shadow beast. This was his titan. His executioner.
Aeron took a slow, measured breath, then vaulted onto Cannibal’s back. The beast rumbled, shifting slightly as if adjusting to the presence of a rider.
He gripped the ridge of its shadowed scales, feeling the sheer power coiled beneath him. The beast was waiting for his command.
Aeron’s glowing violet eyes narrowed, and then
"Fly now."
The cavern shook as Cannibal spread its massive wings, the wind howling violently through the tunnels. The sheer force of the motion sent shattered rocks and debris tumbling down the mountainside.
And then they took off.
With a single, titanic beat of its wings, Cannibal shot into the sky like a black comet.
The cavern’s walls blurred into streaks of shadow as they burst into the open sky, higher, faster. The night air was thick, the world below a blur of jagged mountains and endless darkness of the shadowlands. The winds roared past them, but Cannibal cut through it like a phantom.
Aeron leaned forward, gripping tightly, his smirk widening into a full, toothy grin. The sheer speed of the beast beneath him was intoxicating.
"Back to civilization."
The words were barely more than a whisper, yet filled with unshakable purpose.
His eyes gleamed, turning toward the west, toward Mereen.
"Now… let’s test your flying speed."
With a single, mighty flap of its wings, the Cannibal vanished into the night, a streak of living darkness racing toward its destination.
****
Meereen -
The great halls of Mereen echoed with the tension of heated debate.
Missandei stood firm beside her queen, her usual serene composure slightly strained. “Your Grace,” she urged softly, yet insistently. “The fleet is ready. The men are waiting. Every moment we delay is a moment our enemies might use to fortify Dragonstone against us.”
Jorah Mormont, arms crossed over his broad chest, nodded in agreement. “She’s right, my Queen. You have everything you need to take the island and begin your conquest. Waiting is a waste of time.”
Daenerys sat upon her throne, her expression calm, her gaze lingering on the flickering torches along the walls. She had ruled Mereen for the little time she spent here with fire and blood, broken its chains, and crushed those who opposed her. But this hesitation, this pause, gnawed at her advisors.
Jorah’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying her. “You still fear the words of that sorcerer, my Queen.”
Daenerys’ head snapped up, her lilac eyes flaring with defiance.
“I do not fear...”
A sound cut through the city.
A sound that stopped all conversation.
A roar.
But not just any roar.
A thunderous, earth-rattling bellow that seemed to shake the very sky, rolling over the city like a coming storm.
Missandei gasped, instinctively stepping back, her eyes wide. Even the Unsullied standing guard at the doors stiffened, their hands unconsciously gripping their spears tighter.
Jorah’s jaw clenched, his weathered face betraying a flicker of something rare, unease.
Daenerys’ blood turned to ice.
The three dragons, perched atop the pyramid, lifted their heads in unison, their serpentine necks stretching, their own eyes fixed on the sky.
Drogon, her largest and most fearsome, let out a low growl, his wings twitching, his body shifting restlessly. Viserion and Rhaegal snarled, tails curling. They weren’t just looking toward the sound.
They were reacting to it.
It was a roar of challenge.
A summon.
A call to something greater.
Jorah took a slow breath, his voice grim. “…That was no ordinary roar of a beast.”
Daenerys slowly rose from her seat, stepping toward the open balcony, her heart pounding.
Her lips barely parted, her voice but a whisper.
“…A Dragon..?”
