Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then, Margaery and Arlan, the two girls from House Tyrell, earnestly made a wish upon the golden light that shot up from Aegon's High.

They closed their eyes slightly, made a prayer gesture, touched their foreheads with their fingers, and their expressions were more devout than ever before.

"May the seven gods bless me, my wish is... to become His Majesty the King's queen."

"Although this somewhat deprives Margaret of her wish, but..."

"Your Majesty is so handsome!"

Margaery's handmaid, Arlan Tyrell, closed her eyes and then imagined herself as queen, even trembling slightly with excitement.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the pretty little girl from the Rose family with brown curly hair and delicate features was also making a wish earnestly.

"May the gods bless me, and may I become a high and mighty queen."

The two girls made a wish at the same time, then opened their eyes at the same time, looked at the golden pillar of light gradually dissipating in the distance, and then smiled at each other.

Chapter 632 Miracis

Far away on Aegon Hill, in the Godwood Forest behind the Red Keep.

The golden pillar of light, regarded as a miracle by countless people and worthy of long discussion, slowly dissipated, turning into specks of golden light scattered in the air.

The Unsullied soldiers remained on high alert, holding long spears and shields, forming a circle to protect the Sacred Tree Forest in the center, their gazes cold, forbidding anyone from entering.

Queen Arianne, Princess Reyne, Daenerys, and others waited anxiously outside the woods, wondering how Viserys was doing.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Oberon and other high-ranking members of the Council of the King also arrived at the scene, but they were still refused entry by the Black Worm. The commander of the Unsullied Legion had a cold expression and showed no respect to anyone. He did not even let the Queen and the Princess in, let alone Oberon and the others.

Oberon, Illyrio, Varys, and other senior members of the Council of the King had no choice but to wait obediently outside.

In the Sacred Tree Forest, the golden light slowly dissipated, and Viserys remained seated, holding the faceless statue in his hand, his calm expression revealing a hint of contemplation.

"It's been too long..."

At that moment, a woman's soft sigh suddenly appeared in Viserys's mind, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.

"who are you?"

Outside, soldiers of the Unsullied surrounded the Sacred Grove, while inside, Viserys sat with a serious expression in his eyes.

Because he traced the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind to the faceless goddess statue in his hand.

A talking stone?

This must involve one of the most mysterious forces in the world, and Viserys is already the strongest human being. In other words, if something really happens, no one can protect Viserys, not even the Unsullied or the army of 100,000.

However, Viserys remained calm. It wasn't that he was overconfident in his abilities, but rather that he had mentally prepared himself for what would happen after everything was over. He knew that something he had never seen before would occur.

"My name is... Mirasis."

And the voice from the Faceless statue rang in Viserys's mind once more.

This time Viserys heard clearly that the other person was speaking High Valyrian, but it was slightly different from the Valyrian he usually spoke.

The other person's speech sounded like a variant of Valyrian dialect, with strange rolled "r" sounds and a slightly odd tone, but if Viserys listened carefully, he could make out what the other person was saying.

Viserys was not entirely unfamiliar with this language, as it was the ancient Valyrian language that Dr. Marvin, the current Grand Scholar, had been studying.

Human languages ​​are constantly changing; a few hundred or a thousand years is enough time for significant changes to occur.

"Ancient Valyrian..."

"Your name is Mirasis..."

The young man with long silver-gold hair remained seated on the ground, a hint of hesitation flickering in his violet eyes.

"Could you be...?"

Because of the black mist within him, Viserys is quite interested in the history of the now-destroyed Valyrian Freehold.

However, this ancient and great empire has been destroyed, and its glorious history seems to have been erased by an invisible hand.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why, after a cataclysmic disaster struck, no one in the once-powerful empire that ruled the world could recall their history, or even remember the names of the forty families that ruled Valyria.

Valyria's most glorious era spanned from Dragonstone to the lands of the Ancient Empire, from the Summer Islands to the Great Plains. They left behind so many descendants, exquisite cities, and magnificent architecture, yet no one remembers their history. Is this realistic?

Unfortunately, this is reality. Valyria has been destroyed for less than a thousand years, yet Viserys has found it difficult to collect detailed information about them. There are even scholars like Dr. Marwyn who specialize in this field, searching for clues from these tiny traces to uncover the truth.

Mirasis, Viserys has heard of that name.

However, this was not the third of the five young dragons, the deep blue female dragon, nor the mother dragon ridden by Aegon the Conqueror's sister Rhaenys, but the true Valyrian ancient god Mirasis.

The dragon of Aegon the Conqueror's sister was named after this ancient goddess, and Viserys used the same method when naming his young dragons.

"I am the lord of the raging waves of the ocean!"

Then a deep, authoritative, and oppressive voice reverberated repeatedly in his mind, confirming his guess.

Although the faceless goddess statue depicts a woman with a graceful figure, she is the ocean goddess of Valyrian legend. As a true god, she is definitely not a high-class prostitute who would inspire fantasies.

However, the woman's voice was full of authority and pressure, but it did not frighten Viserys, after all, he still held her in his hands.

If this Valyrian god truly still possessed even a tenth of his former strength, perhaps he wouldn't have fallen to such a state. Any god with even a shred of dignity wouldn't be held in the hands of mortals.

"Tell me, what exactly is this statue?"

"And why have you ended up in this state?"

Viserys calmly asked, and the other party indeed fell silent upon hearing this, before finally speaking after a long while.

In any case, the premise for communication between the two parties should be to know each other's identities. Viserys knew her name, while Mirasis, who called himself the 'Lord of the Raging Seas', did not know who this silver-haired youth was.

“My name is Viserys Targaryen.”

"The King of Mankind".

Viserys didn't mince words and introduced himself concisely.

As for an ancient god like Miracis, it seems she has been asleep for an unknown amount of time, and Viserys has only just awakened her. Rather than telling her that he is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, which would require a lot of explanation, it would be better to tell her directly that he is a human king.

Mirasis immediately understood Viserys's words, but she was more interested in Viserys's surname.

Miracis could sense the power of Valyria's oldest and most sacred bloodline from the silver-haired youth before her, but she hadn't expected Viserys to come from the weak Targaryen family.

And now he has become the so-called King of Humanity?

Chapter 633 The Flame of Faith

"You come from Targaryen..."

Mirasis remained silent for a while after hearing this, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before finally speaking.

"I am not actually Miracis either."

The woman's words made Viserys frown slightly.

She keeps saying she's Mirasis one minute and then saying she isn't the next. What's going on?

"I am just a regret she has."

"I don't know if she's alive or dead now."

However, the other party then readily offered an explanation.

It turns out that during the apocalyptic catastrophe, the continent of Valyria was torn apart. Volcanic eruptions, floods, earthquakes, and fire rain fell from the sky. Thick smoke shrouded the entire continent, and the cities of the Valyrians were reduced to ruins. People died or were injured, and even dragons and the noble descendants of the dragon-riding families could not escape the nightmare.

They boarded dragons and tried to escape in a panic, but none of them succeeded. The continent seemed to be cursed by the gods. Except for the Targaryen family on Dragonstone, all the other noble dragon-riding families perished.

The Valyrian gods—Belerion, the god of death; Vaghar, the lord of lava and fire; Terex, the god of the sun; and Miracis, the lord of the ocean's raging waves—have all disappeared without a trace.

Without the intervention of Valyrian gods to save the world, they ultimately watched helplessly as the entire continent fell, becoming the 'Demon Land' cursed by the gods.

The woman in the statue of Miracis before us is a remnant of Miracis, the lord of the ocean's raging waves.

She feeds on people's faith, and the power of faith is also one of the main sources of power that sustains the gods.

Every statue or object embodying an ancient god carries the remnant of that god, which is used to help the god gather the power of faith and respond to the prayers of his followers.

Unless this ancient god himself has perished, with the passage of time, these lingering resentments will all dissipate, the prayers of believers will lose their effect, and they will gradually disappear from this world.

As the world crumbled, she sensed that in Valyria's magnificent ancient temples, statues of Miracis were collapsing, and the lingering remnants of the goddesses attached to them were being erased.

The lingering spirit before them was too weak and was fortunate enough not to be shattered by the terrifying power that enveloped the entire continent, thus escaping a calamity.

Then, in order to protect itself, this lingering remnant of Miracis tried to prolong its lifespan and fell into a deep sleep, until it was awakened again by Viserys.

However, she can no longer sense any aura of the same origin in this world.

She could not sense the true form of Miracis, the Lord of the Ocean and the Raging Waves, nor could she sense the lingering remnants of the other Miracis; she seemed to have become the only one left all alone.

"Is that so?"

Viserys listened to Mirasis's lingering thoughts and his eyes widened in surprise. Everything about the Valyrian ruins seemed shrouded in a thick fog, like the sea of ​​smoke that enveloped the ruins. However, this lingering thought of Mirasis was a witness to and survivor of that apocalyptic catastrophe. All the truths flowed from her mouth as easily as water.

Many of Viserys' previous doubts were instantly resolved, but the more he learned, the more questions arose.

The more he listened to Mirasis's words, and considering the dragon dreams he had previously had, the more he felt that the Valyrian catastrophe was not a natural disaster, but a 'man-made disaster'.

Who exactly attacked Valyria, this great human empire?

According to Miracis, Valyria has many ancient gods, each with great power. Who could easily restrain or even kill them, rendering them powerless to save the empire from collapse?

Who are Valyria's enemies?

However, Viserys couldn't help but voice his doubts, but unfortunately, Mirasis's lingering regret prevented him from providing an answer.

She was merely a lingering remnant of a deity residing in the small castle temple, not Miracis herself. She did not know who Valyria's enemies were, or who had suppressed or killed Miracis.

Viserys, upon hearing this, realized he had been too hasty; expecting a mere remnant of the other's will to explain the world's greatest secret was indeed asking too much of him.

But Viserys was not discouraged. He knew of his connection with the Valyrian ruins and that he would one day explore this mysterious lost continent again.

Therefore, he made a request to Mirasis's lingering spirit, hoping that she could help answer some questions, and Mirasis's lingering spirit readily agreed, after all, she still needed to rely on the flames within Viserys's body to 'survive'.

Having lost that golden flame, she must choose to fall into slumber again in order to survive longer. However, this time, it will be much more difficult to be awakened again.

After all, igniting such a golden flame is something that only a handful of people have been able to do in thousands of years.

However, Mirasis's lingering regret also told Viserys in advance that she didn't know much either, and that she would do her best to help if she could answer the questions, but she would need the golden flames within Viserys's body to help her 'maintain life'.

Viserys naturally agreed.