Chapter 100

Bahamut walked through a corridor, not in his humanoid form but as Jay, his former identity. The surroundings were shrouded in darkness, seemingly endless. As he traversed the corridor, a glimmer of light appeared in the distance. Fueled by hope, he quickened his pace, eventually emerging into a street that resembled his former life—a modern Westerosi setting.

However, the atmosphere quickly shifted. The sky darkened, spreading panic among the people in the street. Bahamut attempted to comfort a lost child, but his presence went unnoticed. Suddenly, the sky turned red, and an additional moon, dark as obsidian and bleeding, appeared. It cracked open like an egg, and stones rained down upon the world. The entire area was soon covered in snow, with frozen figures scattered throughout.

Bahamut felt a sense of foreboding, realizing he was witnessing a vision of the future—a long night. As he continued to walk through the desolate world, he witnessed the aftermath of a catastrophic disaster. Yet, something caught his attention, sparking anger within him.

As the people grieved over Bahamut's final breath, Aegon knelt on one knee, bowing as a mark of respect. Those around him followed suit, while others expressed their mourning by pledging to uphold Bahamut's past words, some even making solemn pledges by cutting their arms. Jon Snow, despite having limited interactions with Bahamut, felt a deep sense of loss as the great dragon departed from their presence.

Daenerys, witnessing the sorrow in the eyes of the dragons, experienced a new facet of emotions. The dragons gathered around Bahamut, seemingly reluctant to leave his side. Aithusa, her eyes glistening with sadness, crawled closer to Bahamut. Giants stood in silent tribute, and the Wildlings paid their respects with a solemn moment. Even Eddard Stark and the other Starks joined in the shared grief.

Rhaenys, maintaining her composure as Bahamut had wished, fought back her emotions. She knew it was time to leave Bahamut's presence, just as he had intended. However, a mournful horn blown by a scout interrupted the solemn moment, signaling the approaching enemy. Aegon rose from his bowed position, drew his sword, and raised it high, shouting, "Prepare for battle!"

The news of the impending war spread throughout Winterfell, jolting the inhabitants into a state of alertness. Aegon, before leaving Bahamut's side, cast one last glance toward the fallen dragon. The other dragons remained close, unwilling to part from their fallen parent.

As the scout failed to return, confirming their fears, the encroaching night brought with it an ominous darkness. Despite their lack of human intelligence, the dragons sensed the impending danger, gathering one by one with their riders. Rhaenys, even in her pregnant state, was resolute in not retreating. The desire to unleash her anger on the battlefield burned within her.

All four dragons were caught in the frenzy of battle, hissing and breathing flames in every direction. Only Aithusa remained close to Bahamut, sensing the slow heartbeat of the fallen dragon.

From a distance, four colossal forms approached Winterfell, their bodies glittering in the moonlight as they drew near. Aegon, observing from afar, sensed the impending danger they could unleash. As he was about to command his dragon to take flight, the air around them started to vibrate.

All eyes turned towards the direction where Bahamut lay, and a collective gasp swept through the onlookers. There, a blue glow emanated from Bahamut's form, and his golden pupils gleamed in the moonlight. With each breath, a dark blue flame escaped his mouth, and a moment of stunned silence turned into a chorus of cheers.

With a mighty roar, Bahamut ascended into the sky, leaving a strong current of air in his wake. In that final moment, the flames and cold energy that had invaded his body joined in a symphony of ice and fire.

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