Capítulo 711: Chapter 711: The Grey Sea King
Amidst the turbulent waves, the sea serpent, known to many as the White Walker of the seas, had taken notice of the descending sword. It bared its fanged maw, letting out a roar of fury, seemingly intending to shatter the blade. However, it was a moment too late.
The sword, as if guided by the gods, landed precisely in the hands of the man clad in a grey cloak.
By now, his attire was drenched by the icy sea, and his hood had fallen, revealing a mane of grey hair and a face of ordinary yet unwavering determination. His eyes, a matching shade of grey, were filled with resolve.
"Die!"
With newfound vigor, he wielded the sword, charging towards the head of the sea serpent. Raising the blade high, he thrust it down with all his might.
"ROAR!!!"
The colossal sea serpent, the very embodiment of ancient terror, let out a roar that echoed louder than before, its soundwaves pushing the raven above further away. The sword seemed to possess a terrifying magic, causing unparalleled harm to the sea serpent.
"He actually succeeded!"
"What will happen next?"
Willas, who had been intently observing the battle below, felt a surge of emotions.
He hadn't anticipated that igniting the divine fire within the raven's skull would reveal such a heart-stirring battle.
The raven, pushed back by the waves, shared Willas's focus, its sharp cries piercing the air.
For the man below was its chosen 'fortunate one'.
The raven had bestowed upon him the weapon capable of slaying the sea serpent and a treasure that allowed him to navigate the treacherous waves. All this was to ensure that this seemingly insignificant mortal could assassinate its arch-nemesis and obtain the coveted prize.
Now that the man had succeeded, joy and anticipation gleamed in the raven's eyes. It was eager to descend and extract the fire seed from the serpent, but its inherent caution held it back. It needed to be certain of the serpent's demise.
However, in a twist of fate, as the sea serpent neared its end, it dragged its body deeper into the sea, pulling the hero who had slain it into the icy depths.
The raven, witnessing this, let out a sharp cry, diving towards the sea, hoping to retrieve the fire seed before it was lost.
Yet, it hesitated at the last moment, fearing a trap set by the serpent.
The raven, ever suspicious, hovered above the sea, torn between action and caution. Meanwhile, the relentless sea continued to swallow the massive body of the sea serpent and the hero who had vanquished it. The boiling blood painted the waters red.
The young hero, with his grey cloak and hair, tried to break free, but the cold waters and the serpent's blood seemed to nullify the magical properties of his treasures. He was dragged deeper, his silent screams of despair echoing in the abyss.
Willas, having witnessed this tragic scene, felt a storm of emotions. He began to suspect the identity of the grey-haired hero, recalling legends of old.
As Willas pondered, the scene before him shifted.
An older man, with grey hair and eyes, wearing a driftwood crown, stood defiantly against a storm, drawing his sword and challenging the heavens. Behind him were the warriors of the Iron Islands.
The raven, now larger and more menacing, navigated the storm, its beak sharper, summoning even fiercer winds and rain. The skies darkened with thunderclouds.
"Of course."
Willas, recognizing the scene, had an epiphany.
The older man was none other than the young hero who had slain the sea serpent. Time had passed, and he had aged, but he had grown in power and legend.
He was the Grey Sea King of the Ironborn legends, standing in a hall built from the bones of the sea serpent, Nagga. The serpent's mouth served as his throne, its ribs as the hall's pillars. The walls were adorned with tapestries woven from silver seaweed, and the warriors feasted at a star-shaped table, their seats crafted from mother-of-pearl.
As the divine fire delved deeper into the white raven's skull, Willas absorbed fragments of its memories, understanding the events that had transpired.
He learned of the enmity between the storm god and the drowned god, and how the sea serpent, Nagga, was not the latter but the world's first sea dragon.
The raven and Nagga were arch-enemies, their battles often taking place near the Iron Islands, causing much distress to the inhabitants.
The Grey Sea King, having witnessed the devastation, sought to end the conflict. He ventured to the raven's homeland, offering his aid in slaying Nagga. In return, the raven granted him treasures to navigate the storm and a weapon to kill the sea dragon.
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