Rhaegar opened the bronze dragon kings ring, and various kinds of fire seeds slowly floated before him.
The black giant fish fire seed had been completely digested by Rhaegar, and he began to covet other fire seeds.
Some time passed, and he felt that he could once again undergo a fire bath.
The more fire seeds absorbed, the more the Blood of Fire might awaken.
However, the body's vessel must be slowly expanded. Rhaegar's training under Barristan and Cesar also progressed. His swordsmanship and spearmanship began to enter the mainstream.
In the small bedroom, before Rhaegar, was a paradise of colors.
He had already covered the room and made preparations.
These fire seeds are the fire of life, the eternal fire.
Various bright lights bloomed before Rhaegar's eyes. The fire seeds were not scorching, but merely warm and soothing, making one feel a little drowsy, as if the intermittent afternoon sun had arrived.
Gray long-haired giant elephants galloped across the wilderness, lush green wheat swayed, black sea serpents coiled and writhed, golden three-headed idols showed no joy or sorrow, yellow sand worms had ferocious faces, Sothoryos long-winged dragons had ferocious faces, azure spring water sparkled like jewels, and subterranean blood worms were dark and terrifying.
The fire seeds were so beautiful that Rhaegar found it hard to list them all.
Legend has it that the Sealord of Braavos has a menagerie with various rare birds and beasts, but Rhaegar felt that what he saw before him surpassed the Sealord of Braavos.
These fire seeds were all plundered by the Dragonlord Balerion. In ancient Valyria, the chief Dragonlord's power far surpassed Braavos, and his collection was even more splendid. Braavos, in essence, was considered by the Dragonlords to be descendants of lowly slaves.
Speaking of which, the Balerion Family's burning and plundering across the world was a bit immoral. But immorality belongs to the Balerion Family; what does it have to do with me, Rhaegar?
The fire seeds were exquisite, looking as if real objects had been scaled down and printed into form.
All the fire seeds were lifelike, and one could vaguely see their former splendor. Unfortunately, though the fire seeds flowed, they were all dull and lifeless, having lost their vital energy, like dolls.
Although the fire seeds were all about the size of a fist, there were also differences in size. The larger the fire seed, the greater the life energy it possessed in its former life. The largest were the black sea serpent fire seed and the golden three-headed idol, which were larger than the others.
"You're the one!" Rhaegar saw the azure spring eye fire seed, a cluster of azure water droplets gathered into fire, beautiful and transparent, making one think of hope and beauty.
The water was still, perhaps waiting to flow.
The azure fire seed was the smallest among these fire seeds, and one could still feel the flow and vitality of the spring water. The spring water bubbled up, then surged endlessly.
Rhaegar lightly tapped the azure fire seed with his finger, and with a "bang," the azure fire seed began to burst, slowly merging into Rhaegar's body. In Rhaegar's indigo eyes, an azure light began to flicker.
The fire bath began.
The flame was not violent or brutal; it carried a warm, pleasant feeling.
The flame trickled like a stream, and the gurgling spring water permeated Rhaegar's entire body.
The flame flowed, yet it was full of water's gentleness, water's measure.
This spring water came from somewhere along a branch of the vast and boundless Rhoyne River, azure and solitary.
It was not until the rhoynar people discovered its marvels that the town flourished.
Rhaegar felt that as the flames permeated him, the blood in his body slowly warmed up again, but there was no pain, only a feeling of becoming more refined and solid.
His silver hair also began to be slowly covered in azure flames, like a fire spirit.
Rhaegar seemed to see a true dragon again. Amidst the vast flames, various pillars of fire rose. The silver true dragon met his gaze, its scales dazzling with silver, beautiful as pure silver. The Silver Dragon's golden eyes were like molten fire pits. It opened its mouth, and Rhaegar's entire body was bathed in flames. The flames ignited, and dense, rich flames settled.
Rhaegar felt himself transform into a dragon, soaring through the air, opening its mighty maw, and spewing forth powerful flames. The wind of freedom, be with me. The giant dragon roared majestically, its voice echoing across the land.
Rhaegar felt himself transform into a ball of fire, burning fiercely. The fire was a wildfire, an endless fire, burning everything, devouring everything. This fire would also plunder the life of other objects, solely under my control.
I am a true dragon! And also fire!
Rhaegar awoke from the immersive experience of the fire seed, feeling refreshed.
Rhaegar saw the change in his status panel: the Blood of Fire had awakened.
Blood of Fire: You have awakened the Blood of Fire! Congratulations, this achievement is particularly outstanding on the day magic dies. You can call yourself a true Dragonlord. If you awaken a giant dragon, perhaps the Blood of Fire will surge even more intensely.
(Blood of Fire: Intermediate. At your age, this is enough to look down upon the Dragonlord family. You will gain a faint fire resistance, meaning you can resist worldly diseases and temporarily withstand fire. Continue to improve, and perhaps you can smelt blood and fire magic.)
Although he hadn't awakened a giant dragon yet, it was still a benefit.
With the Blood of Fire, he could better awaken giant dragons, and even research the Binding Curse and magical horn.
Rhaegar examined his body; it was excellent. His six senses were keen, and now he had added fire resistance, which was truly a top-tier gift.
A true Dragonlord should not fear disease. Although the Targaryen Family is currently immune to some diseases, they are helpless against plagues. They are slowly shedding their divine shell, and Rhaegar felt this was likely related to the dormancy of the Blood of Fire and the demise of magic.
Dragonseeds are one threshold, and the Blood of Fire is another.
As magic slowly died out, the Targaryen Dragonlords, who only half-understood magic, kept magical dragons but couldn't awaken the Blood of Fire, and their resistance to disease also began to weaken. There were those who contracted venereal diseases and those who were wiped out by plagues.
(lucky one: You enjoyed a fire bath. The fire seed came from a precious, ageless spring of the rhoynar people. After being permeated by the spring water, you will have extended life and be immune to all poisons.)
Rhaegar's eyes widened, his gaze as hard as iron. What a wonderful day, this fire seed had endless miraculous uses.
Rhaegar was delighted, feeling comfortable. He hadn't expected such other wonderful uses. Not only could he extend his life, but he also gained poison resistance, which meant he could heavily torment the Lysene people in the future. However, he wondered if he could channel the flame out and let his grandfather use it too.
Rhaegar was overjoyed; the Balerion Family's gift package was truly rich. It was a pity he couldn't meet the Purple-clad Dragonlord, otherwise, he would have to bow deeply. Wandering for half a lifetime, he returned still a youth.
[Rhaegar Targaryen]
Identity: Last of the Dragon Race, Blood of Fire (Intermediate)
Aptitude: Knight's Aptitude (Natural Warrior), Sword Heart and Zither Mind (Combination of Strength and Beauty, Balance of Knowledge, Combat, and Art), Sleeping Dragon (Giant Dragon not yet awakened), Dragon Dreamer (true dragon Bloodline, Prophetic Dreams)
Charm: Likable Dragon Race Boy, Precocious
Achievements: game of thrones (Small Player), Warrior (Small Warrior), lucky one (Lucky Targaryen), Dragon Dreamer, Explorer (Young Explorer), Divine Blade (Great Sound is Silent, Lysene Shadow Sandor Kael's Blade Technique Inheritance), Divine Sword (Newbie, Inherited from Braavos Water Dance, Inherited from Barristan Selmy).
Collection: Rhaegar Targaryen's dragon kings ring... Oldtown, on the other side of the sea.
In a secret room in The Citadel, the glass candles, long and twisted, one green and three black, which had stopped extinguishing, suddenly flared up again as if having a seizure.
Though only for a brief moment, the Archmaester on duty rubbed his eyes, suspecting he was seeing things.
But the Archmaester truly saw the glass candles flicker a few more times before extinguishing again.
The Archmaester finally believed it was real. He hurriedly ran out of the room to summon his companions.
"The glass candles, the glass candles really burned a few times just now," the Archmaester stammered, his face pale.
"Impossible," the leading gaunt, gray-haired Archmaester mused. "Magic has not yet risen. How could anyone awaken the candles? Could there be a different change in King's Landing? Or has a dragon hatched somewhere in the world?"
The gaunt Archmaester stroked his chin again. "Find a few people to spread the word in Essos. Some people will dislike the revival of magical dragons even more than we do."