53 Chapter 53

After Aegon's crowning, Bahamut, with a mighty flap of his wings, soared into the sky with a resounding roar, heading towards Dragonmont to rest. The Lords of Westeros, still kneeling before Aegon, couldn't help stealing glances at the colossal dragon that overshadowed them. Stark youths and other young nobles couldn't tear their eyes away from the awe-inspiring sight.

As Bahamut left, some Lords who harbored second thoughts about their allegiance silently slipped away, avoiding any confrontation. Meanwhile, Olenna, still kneeling, spoke to Margaery, who was fixated on Bahamut's departure. "My dear," Olenna began, "Do you wish to be queen?" Margaery remained silent, her gaze fixed on Aegon, who was also watching Bahamut leave. Olenna continued, "Then make the dragon yours. The dragon with real power.". Margaery's contemplative silence spoke volumes as Olenna addressed Aegon as the true source of power.

After Bahamut left, the ceremony transitioned into a grand banquet. Attendees indulged in wines from Yi Ti and the region's specialties. Musicians played lively tunes, inspiring young Lords and ladies to dance.

In the quiet moments following Aegon's coronation banquet, Bahamut's ancient eyes revealed a hidden melancholy as he observed the festivities through the eyes of the young king. The grandeur of the celebration, the joyous laughter, and the rhythmic melodies only accentuated Bahamut's solitude. For all his power and majesty, the dragon was denied the simple pleasures of revelry and camaraderie that the human lords and ladies enjoyed.

But Bahamut, driven by an unspoken desire, decided to delve into the mysteries of the arcane that he had discovered among the ruins of Yi Ti. He sought a magic that could transcend the limitations of his draconic existence.

Alone in the cavernous depths of Dragonmont, Bahamut began his experiment. Using his knowledge of magical energies and the principles he had observed throughout his existence as a dragon, he cautiously channeled the ancient magic into his being. The cavern echoed with the resonance of otherworldly energies as Bahamut delved into the arcane, seeking a transformation beyond the ordinary.

In a blend of mystical incantations and the raw power of ancient magic, Bahamut's form began to shift. His body shimmered with ethereal energies as the arcane forces intertwined with his draconic essence. The transformation was not instantaneous; it was a gradual process, an evolution spurred by the fusion of magic and innate dragon biology.

As the arcane energies surged through his massive form, Bahamut's wings expanded, becoming even grander and more majestic. His six muscular limbs, reminiscent of the mighty dragons of ancient lore, replaced the former four-limbed structure. The cavern itself seemed to resonate with the magical symphony, responding to the ancient being's metamorphosis.

In scientific terms, the magical infusion triggered a catalytic change in Bahamut's genetic structure, enhancing the expression of dormant draconic traits. The intricate dance of arcane forces rewrote the very fabric of his being, granting him a new form—one that encapsulated the true essence of a mythical dragon.

Amidst the shimmering energies, Bahamut emerged as a true dragon, embodying the culmination of his ancient existence. The cavern bore witness to the transformation—the rebirth of a legendary being, shaped by magic and the unwavering desire to explore realms beyond the ordinary. As the last echoes of the magical symphony faded, Bahamut spread his magnificent wings, casting a shadow that spoke of his newfound transcendence. The solemn sadness that once lingered in his eyes was replaced by a glimmer of fulfillment.

As Aegon reveled in the banquet hall, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught his attention. The sorcerer by his side also sensed the anomaly—a surge of magical energy that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the world. Excusing himself from the festivities, Aegon hurried outside, guided by an unexplainable intuition.

Beneath the night sky, Dragonstone was bathed in an otherworldly glow. The stars were obscured by a crimson aurora that painted the heavens with hues of red, as if the sky itself had caught fire. Aegon marveled at the spectacle, an awe-inspiring display of magic that left him both perplexed and intrigued.

Meanwhile, the other dragons in Dragonmont sensed the transformation occurring within their ancient kin. The skyward gaze of Sapphire, Igneel, and Diaval spoke of a shared awareness—a recognition of a bloodline transformed. Their wings folded, and they laid down in a symbolic acknowledgment of Bahamut's ascendancy.

In the cavernous depths of Dragonmont, Bahamut emerged as a true dragon. The magical infusion had transformed him into a majestic creature, and the sky responded in kind, reflecting the surge of ancient power coursing through his veins. The very air seemed to crackle with enchantment, and the red aurora bore witness to Bahamut's newfound form.