Maegaron Estate – Ritual Chamber, Night of the Celestial Alignment
The air was thick with power.
The moons of Essos hung directly overhead—both full, both crimson. It was a rare celestial alignment that came only once every few centuries. The perfect night for binding. The perfect night for birth.
Kaelarys stood at the center of the ritual chamber, a vast circular sanctum buried deep beneath the estate. Carved from obsidian and rune-etched basalt, the chamber was ringed with magic circles—forty concentric layers, each pulsing with ancient Valyrian sigils and glyphs. The chamber trembled with latent energy.
In the center lay the five dragon eggs, now radiant with life.
Each egg rested in its own nest of enchanted volcanic glass. The red egg pulsed like a beating heart. The silver egg glimmered with wisps of frost. The dark green one exhaled small flares of heat. The two newest eggs, retrieved from the Vault of the Black Flame, emanated a thicker, older magic. They felt angry.
Lyanna stood beside Kaelarys in ritual garb—black and crimson robes, her eyes lined with ash and gold. Varyn and Azhakan took their positions at the outer rings, joined by six masked blood-mages brought from the shadowed corners of the world. Slaves knelt at designated points, their veins infused with a mild binding potion. Their sacrifice would not be in blood, but in soul presence—a tethering force that connected Kaelarys to the spell's web.
The system interface gleamed before Kaelarys's inner vision.
Main Quest: Birth of Flame – Bind the Dragons to Your Will
Objective: Complete the Binding Ritual
Sub-Objectives:
Channel Full Power through Ritual Circle (40/40)
Use Soul Catalyst (Artifact Consumed)
Survive the Rite (Status: In Progress)
Reward: Five Bound Dragons, Permanent Magic Bond, Title – First Dragonlord of the New Age
He took a deep breath. Closed his eyes.
And began.
"Drāzemion ūndot daor. Zōbrȳrys emagon naejot belmon."You are not born of death. You are forged from fire.
Kaelarys's voice echoed with command. The ancient Valyrian words activated the first circle. Flames danced around the edge of the chamber, climbing the walls in spirals of violet and red.
The egg shells shimmered.
He stepped forward, blood dripping from his hand into the core sigil. The blood was not ordinary—it had been purified and laced with powdered Valyrian steel, harvested bone-dust of a long-dead dragon, and the heart essence of a wyvern.
The eggs responded.
They shook violently. The chamber howled. Symbols in the air twisted and spun, some too alien for human eyes. The temperature rose to unbearable levels.
Kaelarys's thoughts burned with clarity.
They will be mine. Not hatched wild, not raised free. Bound to my will, my magic, my command. Mine in soul and fire.
System Update: Dragon Bond – Ritual Sync 74%Warning: Magic Surge Detected. Begin Phase Two Immediately.
He raised Draezhar high.
The runes on the blade ignited, not with flame—but light. Radiant and violent. He plunged the blade into the runic heart of the ritual floor, and the energy exploded outward in a sphere of fire and shadow.
Slaves screamed as they were consumed by golden fire—burned without pain, sacrificed not in agony but in awe.
The eggs cracked.
One after another, their shells split with sharp, ringing tones that reverberated through the chamber like bells tolling a new age.
The red egg erupted first—revealing a young dragon of dark crimson scales and eyes like molten rubies. It shrieked as fire surged from its jaws, then turned to Kaelarys. It stepped forward, unafraid, and pressed its brow to his chest.
The bond snapped into place.
Dragon Hatched: Name – Kaezion
Elemental Affinity: Fire
Temperament: Aggressive Loyalist
Size: Hatchling
Status: Bound to HostSkill Unlocked: Draconic Link (I)
Can communicate with bound dragons telepathically
Grants passive fire resistance +25%
One by one, the others followed.
The silver egg birthed a serpentine dragon with ice-coated horns and a haunting, silent presence. The dark green one emerged clawing, snarling—a swamp-colored beast with a venomous breath Kaelarys could feel in his veins. The two Vault dragons screamed into the world like ghosts returning from the abyss, their magic older, deeper, unnatural.
Dragons Hatched: Kaezion, Vaeryx, Nyssar, Draxion, and Vhoryl
All Status: Hatchlings (Healthy)
Bond Strength: Medium (Growing)Title Gained: Father of FlameSkill Upgraded: Beast Command (Rank II)EXP Gained: +5000Level Up: 11 → 13
Kaelarys collapsed to his knees, panting.
The chamber smoked. The ritual was complete. The bond was real. He could feel their minds—curious, feral, yet tethered. He reached for them without words.
Follow.
They did.
Hours passed.
Kaelarys emerged from the chamber at dawn, flanked by five dragonlings no larger than horses, yet already brimming with raw magic. His robe was singed. His eyes glowed faintly. His soul felt stretched—and whole.
The estate slaves stared in terror. Lyanna watched with restrained pride.
"They're yours," she whispered. "Truly."
"No," Kaelarys said, watching the morning sky. "They're ours. They are the beginning."
He turned to her. "We prepare the fleet. We finalize the route to the northern coast. The Doom is weeks away—perhaps days. But now we fly ahead of it."
"And if it comes before we escape?"
Kaelarys smiled, hand resting on the hilt of Draezhar.
"Then we survive through it."
System Alert: New Main Quest UnlockedQuestline: Ashes of Empire (Act I)
Objective: Survive the Doom of Valyria
Conditions:
Secure fleet departure (4/7 ships complete)
Finalize artifact retrieval (2 remaining)
Rally loyal slaves and companions (83/100)
Hide departure plans from the 40 Families (Undetected)
Reward: Unique Title, World Map Expansion, Global Political Reset
Kaelarys looked to the east, toward the smoldering mountains of the Fourteen Flames.
"Soon," he whispered.
"Soon, the world will burn."