5 Chapter 5

Several figures darted out from under the shadow of a weirwood tree.

In the black-blue sky above them, stars slowly emerged, casting their light onto the figures. They were dressed in dark red leather armor, wielding long swords, and surrounding Daemon in the middle.

Daemon instinctively touched his waist.

"Oops! Damn, it!

At this time, Daemon was dressed in court clothes and did not carry a weapon.

He was too careless, he didn't expect Cersei to strike directly, she had already planned to get rid of him.

In his court attire, which slowed his movement. unarmed Daemon was at a disadvantage. He attempted to grab Cersei but was interrupted by one of the attackers who slashed his sword at him. Daemon, being in the prime of his life, evade the strike, but Cersei had already disappeared from the scene.

In the face of the attack of several swordsmen, he could only dodge passively, just dodged the swift crackling of two people, the people behind him had rushed up, and kicked him in the back before he had time to stand firm, Daemon stumbled, and one struck him hard in the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, Another blow to the body and Daemon was sent crashing to the ground.

"We cannot kill him just yet..."

"Lock him up in the dungeon for now..."

It could have been minutes or hours that passed as Daemon lay unconscious, his mind a jumbled mess.

Despite finding himself in this dangerous situation, he remained the same "born with thunder and fire".

Daemon's fury and rage were contained within him. Suddenly, he stumbled upon a piece of rubble that had sharp indentations, resembling some sort of writing or symbols. The characters formed neat paragraphs when put together. Daemon stared at the piece of rubble in the dark. He felt its spirituality and listened to its whispers. The sound was initially vague and weak, but as his vision became clearer over time, the voice also grew stronger. When the full extent of the carvings became clear, Daemon felt like he could hear countless people chanting a sentence in his ear. The obscure sentence seemed to be connected to his soul in some way, and the feeling it gave him was indescribable. Daemon carefully savoured the voice that entered his ear, trying to pronounce it from his mouth.

"Fus...Ro...Dah."

The tone seemed a bit off, so Daemon adjusted it. Unknown to him, his pupils had turned bright red by now.

"Fus-Ro-Dah!"

A breath gathered from all over his body, and the surging breath churned in his chest.

"Power,"

"Balance,"

"Push."

These three words appeared in Daemon's mind. The breath solidified into an unstoppable force, and with the last character leaving his lips, it spewed out powerfully.

The air in front of him twisted and shook violently, and the rough airflow slammed into the gate at a speed that the human eye could not capture, causing the gate to be blown away by force! As the dungeon shook, the entire Red Keep trembled! Everyone inside felt the shockwaves, but no one knew where they came from, underground.

Meanwhile, Daemon was amazed by this power, but he also knew that it was not safe to stay there. He had learned Cersei's secret and the Lannister wouldn't spare him.

At this moment, a curse came from the corridor, it was the guard coming to investigate the noise.

Daemon hid in the shadows and as soon as the jailer entered, he struck him with a heavy punch, knocking his helmet off. He then sat on the jailer, unleashing a flurry of powerful punches that left the jailer battered and bruised.

Taking the jailer's clothes and sword, Daemon left the dungeon in a rush.

But something was wrong, he felt a heat rising inside him and could no longer resist the urge. He needed a woman!

A maid holding clothes passing by caught his eye, without hesitation, he thrust towards her and pushed her against the wall, tearing her dress to pieces.