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SLW Chapter 66 : Apostle Of The Drowned God
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 22:19:59 +0000 UTCAeron clicked his tongue, standing atop Cannibal’s neck with his greatsword Drakaryzor in his hand in a blaze of dark flame. "Let's see what your god has made of you, Can you take this again ?"
“DRACARYS!” he bellowed.
The Cannibal opened his vast maw and spewed a torrent of black fire. It wasn't ordinary dragonflame, it was suffocating, The surface of the lake boiled instantly, steam rising in shrieking columns. Trees on the nearby shore were reduced to ash. But as the fire cleared…
The Kraken remained once more.
Aeron's eyes narrowed. The beast’s wounds were gone. Water had surged up from the lake, regenerating flesh and bone as though mocking the concept of death.
"Again…" he muttered. “I must kill Euron first.”
The Kraken struck.
A massive tentacle lashed up, forcing Cannibal to twist and wheel through the air. Aeron held tight, gripping the spikes on Cannibal’s back as a second tentacle surged toward them. Cannibal bit down on it mid-air and tore it free, but the moment it splashed into the lake, it melted and reformed.
Euron laughed like a mad prophet. “You can’t kill what belongs to the sea!”
Aeron leapt from Cannibal’s back, falling like a meteor toward the Kraken. He brought Drakaryzor down with both hands, carving through the air with a trail of black flame but before the blade struck, a wall of water surged upward like a hand and swatted him aside.
He slammed into the surface of the lake, skipping once, twice, before summoning his Ruler’s Authority mid-flight to stop himself.
“Admirable strength..” Aeron roared, extending his hand toward Euron.
Invisible force exploded out enough to uproot trees, enough to bend stone. But Euron didn’t move. The Apostle just stood there, his feet planted firmly on the regenerating beast as if rooted to its very being.
“I answer to no king of shadows,” Euron sneered. “Only the Drowned God. And He… is coming.”
The Kraken rose again, its full mass revealed now hundreds of feet wide, the size of a castle, and its maw opened in a wail that sounded like an entire fleet sinking.
Cannibal shrieked and dove.
Aeron still hovering with rulers authority on top of the water, and then landed back on the black dragon’s neck after he lowered himself to his monarch, Aeron pointed his blade forward. “We go again.”
They crashed through mist and sea spray, Aeron swinging Drakaryzor wide. A tentacle lashed toward them Aeron hacked through it mid-flight, shadowflames gouting from the wound but the lake healed it the moment it touched water. The Kraken’s head loomed, jaws opening.
“Now!” Aeron screamed.
Cannibal barrel rolled over the Kraken, then flipped, wings snapping wide to brake mid-air. Aeron jumped again this time, using his superior speed to blink forward onto the beast itself, shadows rippling under his feet as he landed just feet from Euron.
Euron lunged with his Sword.
CLASH.
Drakaryzor and the sea-forged sword met. Black fire and ocean fury exploded from the point of impact, knocking both men back.
****
From a distant hill overlooking the God's Eye, Daenerys Stormborn sat astride Drogon, the great black beast tense beneath her, wings flexing in restless agitation. Wind howled around them, carrying the clash of titans across the water like a song of war.
She had seen her dragons burn cities. She had seen shadows walk among the living. Yet this was a whole new experience to witness.
Aeron fought like a dark god, hair whipping violently in the stormwinds, his greatsword alight with cursed black flame. He raised one hand, and with a shout that cracked the very clouds “Enough games!” a force unseen surged from his palm.
Ruler’s Authority.
Euron Greyjoy, clad in armor atop his monstrous Kraken, stiffened pinned, his limbs frozen mid-motion as if the very world had turned against him. The Apostle’s mouth opened, twisted in shock as he struggled.
Daenerys leaned forward, her heart pounding. "He has him. He has him!"
Aeron descended like judgment, Drakaryzor raised high in one hand, its dark flame roaring to finish it.
But the waters answered.
A translucent dome of seawater surged up around Euron, a prison of the Drowned God, swirling violently, sealing him within. The blade met not flesh, but water and divine resistance. Simultaneously, a massive tentacle snaked up from below, whipping Aeron mid-air, and hurled him like a broken spear across the lake.
Cannibal shrieked, shadow-black wings flaring, diving after his master in a frenzy.
The Kraken roared louder than any dragon.
Its cry churned the waters, waves crashing violently against the shoreline. Tentacles rose and fell like battering rams. The lake boiled and frothed, and from far away from the battle, Drogon growled.
Daenerys could feel it Drogon’s rage, his need to join the battle. But she placed a calming hand on his neck. "No..."
She watched as Aeron caught himself mid-air, hovering with one knee bent, one hand outstretched, black mist swirling around him. He twisted in the air, black fire flickering from his shoulders like a cloak, his eyes burning violet unbroken. Unbent.
The Kraken swatted at Cannibal, but the ancient shadow dragon answered with fire that turned lake to steam only for the beast to regenerate again from the very water it thrashed in.
The battle raged.
"I knew he wasn't just a man," Daenerys whispered, her voice breathless, her heart thundering in her chest. Her silver hair danced in the wind. “But this…”
This was not war.
This was a myth being written.
"This looks like a fairy tale, a ghost story," she whispered. "Something older… darker."
She looked to Drogon. Her dragon growled low, eyes watching the battle with almost primal reverence, as if he too understood that the Cannibal was not simply one of his kin but a part of something greater. A shadow made horror.
Daenerys placed a calming hand once more on his snot.
“You were born to burn cities, Drogon,” she said softly. “But that one… he was born to fight gods.”
Through Dany’s eyes, Aeron attacked again relentless, darting through crashing tentacles and walls of surging water, trying to reach Euron once more. Each time, the Kraken threw more at him. Each time, Aeron carved through it with black fire and fury.
****
air stank of salt and smoke.
Aeron hovered high above the raging waters of the God's Eye. Steam curled upward from where dragonfire had kissed the lake, only to vanish against the constant renewal of water an endless cycle of healing.
And still, the Kraken lived.
Its grotesque mass swirled in the depths, tentacles slamming against the surface like thunderclaps. At its heart sat Euron Greyjoy, a twisted silhouette of a man, seated atop the beast’s crown like a mad prophet atop an altar of chaos.
Aeron clicked his tongue.
"This is getting bothersome."
He said it with a sigh not of fear, but of rising irritation. His violet eyes scanned the lake, measuring every movement, every regeneration. The Cannibal rumbled beneath him, a beast forged in darkness and hunger, but even his hellfire had not been enough to finish it.
“I can tell that he’s still weaker than me,” Aeron muttered, eyes narrowing. “But this defense… this stubborn water bastard, how am I supposed to kill something that refuses to die?”
Cannibal let out a thunderous growl, wings flexing midair, black flame curling from its throat like breath from a furnace.
Below, Euron raised his arms theatrically, laughing like a lunatic possessed by a god.
“WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE!” Euron screamed “This is the greatest threat?!” Euron shouted mockingly. “A boy with a big lizard and a sword of smoke? Pathetic!”
Aeron barely flinched.
His eyes sharpened.
“Vaporizing the lake is not possible,” he said to himself, tone analytical, calm under pressure. “Even with Cannibal’s endless firepower… it would take too long.”
He paused, then smirked faintly. The solution, as always, wasn’t brute force.
“I just need to get close enough.” His eyes glowed. “Assign a shadow to Euron. Exchange and kill him faster than the Kraken can shield him.”
Aeron leaned low, pressing his body against the Cannibal’s obsidian-scaled neck.
“We dive for one final time.”
The Cannibal roared, a horrible sound like the cracking of mountains, and folded its wings for speed. The air warped around them as they descended a spear of black flame and wrath hurtling toward a monster.
Below them, Euron spread his arms and howled with laughter, the Kraken raising a dozen tentacles to meet them.
