Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Seeing that the magma caused him no harm, Gavin excitedly removed his clothes and stepped into the molten river.

As Gavin plunged into the magma, he immediately felt an unbearable, searing heat. Yet, the magma was not deep, and its density was so high that he could swim with relative ease.

The closer he got to the center, the more intense the heat became, as though an invisible fiery hand was gripping every inch of his skin.

Every step forward felt like wading through a sea of fire. The molten lava wrapped tightly around his legs, sending waves of burning tingles through his body. Gavin gritted his teeth, enduring the overwhelming agony that threatened to consume him.

The pain felt like countless sharp needles piercing his flesh. But through sheer willpower, he endured the torture and kept pushing forward.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gavin found himself drawing closer to the massive dragon bone.

By this point, his body was pushed to the absolute limit, and the pain was almost unbearable. Just as he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, his eyes caught sight of something—a cluster of more than ten dragon eggs nestled in the mouth of Belleris's skull.

The dragon eggs emitted a soft, otherworldly glow, almost as if they were beacons of hope in the suffocating darkness. A flash of awe crossed Gavin's face, and suddenly, the pain seemed insignificant. He endured the last wave of fiery torment and pushed himself closer.

When he finally collapsed within the dragon skull's mouth, an overwhelming sense of fatigue washed over him.

Breathing heavily, Gavin lay there, trembling, but his eyes were alight with excitement and anticipation. The surge of magical power from Belleris's ancient dragon bone entered his body, revitalizing him with every passing second.

After a brief rest, Gavin began to examine the dragon eggs. There were 11 in total, with two broken eggshells lying on the ground.

He carefully caressed each egg, sensing the latent vitality they held. The heat around him felt softer, as though the eggs themselves were welcoming his presence.

Gavin was ecstatic. He realized these eggs would grant him immense power in the future. However, just as he lost himself in this joy, a low, menacing growl echoed from a nearby cave. Belleris's skull trembled, and Gavin's heart skipped a beat. He immediately focused his attention on the source of the sound.

His pulse quickened, the beat of his heart thundering in his chest.

His eyes locked onto a pair of vertical pupils that glowed eerily in the cave. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead as the tension gripped him. Nervously, Gavin reached for his sword—but then he realized something unsettling.

Not only was he unarmed, but he was also completely isolated, vulnerable, and far from his Blood Dragon Guard. The magma lake now seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

The vertical pupils in the cave gleamed with dangerous intent, each flash sending a shockwave through Gavin's heart.

Gradually, the massive figure of the creature emerged from the shadows. Gavin's breath caught in his throat as he finally saw it—a dragon with golden scales.

Though it appeared somewhat gaunt, the dragon still measured about 17 or 18 meters long. Its large wings, faintly pink in hue, looked especially striking in the dim, fiery light.

The golden dragon moved with a heavy presence, its enormous form causing the magma to ripple violently with each step. Its scales reflected a soft, golden glow.

Gavin's throat tightened. He swallowed nervously as his mind raced, calculating his next move.

The golden dragon raised its head, meeting Gavin's gaze. There was a strange mix of emotions in its eyes—vigilance, curiosity, and something that almost resembled weakness.

Gavin took a deep breath, willing himself to remain calm. Panic now could mean certain death.

The dragon's body continued to move, slowly submerging itself back into the magma lake, sending waves crashing around it, each ripple sending sparks flying. The sheer force of its movements stirred the molten sea, creating scorching vortices.

Gavin's heart raced. The dragon's approach seemed endless, and he could feel the oppressive weight of its presence pressing down on him. His every breath felt labored, and his chest tightened, but he knew he could not afford to show fear.

As the golden dragon reached the base of the dragon bone, it began to draw nearer, its colossal head like a mountain coming down on him.

Its eyes flickered with hunger, and its throat seemed to rumble with the beginnings of a dragon's flame.

Gavin's complexion drained as he felt the heat rise within the dragon's throat, signaling an impending inferno. His mind raced—he had to act.

In that moment, he recalled a passage from the stone tablet, a technique for taming dragons.

Without hesitation, Gavin bit into his wrist, drawing blood. The crimson liquid flowed from the wound.

He smeared the blood across his palm, forcing himself to endure the pain, and steadied his gaze as he locked eyes with the golden dragon.

"Stop the dragon flame, feel my blood, and surrender to me!" Gavin commanded in High Valyrian, his voice steady but urgent.

The golden dragon hesitated, its fiery breath momentarily stilled. Its eyes darted back and forth, as if confused. It tilted its head, examining Gavin with an inquisitive gaze.

Gavin's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the oppressive heat of the dragon's breath, but he dared not relax. The situation was still precarious.

He held his ground, continuing to speak the ancient words, each syllable heavy with power, attempting to forge a bond with the creature.

Step by step, Gavin advanced, never once breaking eye contact with the dragon. His movements were slow but deliberate.

Finally, when he stood before the golden dragon, Gavin extended his bloodied hand toward its mouth.

The dragon trembled slightly as it leaned in closer. It seemed to sense something—perhaps a connection—beginning to form.

Then, a surge of emotions flooded Gavin's mind, and he instantly understood the dragon's pain—a deep hunger, an unbearable need.

Without wasting a moment, Gavin scanned the area, and his gaze landed on the Blood Dragon Guards. With a single look, they understood his silent command and immediately raced to gather supplies.

Turning his attention back to the golden dragon, Gavin pressed his forehead gently against its scaled brow.

Softly, he whispered in High Valyrian: "Don't worry. Listen to me, and I won't let you starve."

At first, the dragon was confused, but as the words settled, it seemed to relax. Its eyes softened, and the hunger that had once been so intense gradually began to ebb away.

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