Chapter 227: The Summoned Beast

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: The Summoned Beast

The ground beneath Daznak’s Pit trembled.

Then came the roar that was heard all over Meereen.

It was unlike anything anyone in Meereen had ever heard—a sound that seemed to come from everywhere at once, vibrating in their chests and rattling their teeth. It was the roar of a lion, but deeper, more primal, laced with something ancient and terrible.

From the preparation area, a massive shape emerged, breaking through the entrance and part of the stands with its massive body.

The creature that stepped into the arena was a nightmare given flesh. It stood six meters tall at the shoulder, its body stretching eighteen meters from snout to tail. Its body was that of a lion—a massive, powerful beast with a thick dark mane. Its eyes glowed like embers, and its jaws were lined with teeth the size of daggers.

But that was only the beginning.

From the center of its back, a fully formed goat’s head sprouted, its eyes gleaming with malevolent intelligence. It had two curved horns, a long beard, and a thick mane.

A long, thick serpentine tail uncoiled from the monster’s hindquarters, ending in a viper’s head that hissed, venom dripping from its fangs onto the blood-soaked sand.

All three heads of the monster had their gaze locked on Jacob.

Jacob’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. A wide grin spread across his face as he studied the creature before him. "Oh, it’s a Chimera!" He cracked his knuckles. "I’m looking forward to fighting it."

---

In the stands—now empty except for Malia, Daenerys, and the others.

Daenerys stared at the monstrosity in the arena, her face pale with fear. "What is that thing?"

Stiles leaned forward. "That’s a Chimera. It’s three monsters in one—lion, goat, and serpent. The lion part gives it immense physical strength and fire-breathing. The goat head can use dark magic according to mythology. And the serpent tail has venomous breath."

Daenerys turned to Malia, her voice urgent. "Is Jacob going to be okay? Can he beat that thing?"

Malia raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t he tell you what he is?"

Daenerys’s brow furrowed. "He told me he’s a dragon. But I call myself a dragon too. That doesn’t mean I’m literally a dragon."

Malia smirked. "Well, you can relax and watch with peace of mind. Jay will be fine. And you’ll find out why he told you he’s a dragon."

Tyrion’s voice was filled with concern. "I don’t think it’s safe for us to stay here. How about we leave?"

Malia shrugged. "You can leave if you want, little man. No one’s stopping you."

Tyrion looked at Daenerys. She shook her head firmly. "I’m staying with Malia. She’ll keep me safe. And I want to see whatever Jacob wants to show me."

Tyrion sighed and said nothing more.

---

On the Arena Floor

The Chimera fixed its burning eyes on Jacob. It let out another roar that shook the foundations of Daznak’s Pit.

Jacob just watched the creature, his arms crossed, a confident smirk on his face. "Come on, then. Show me what you’ve got."

The Chimera’s lion head opened its massive jaws, and a torrent of fire erupted forth. The flames were intense, roaring across the arena in a wave of destruction.

Jacob didn’t even try to dodge.

The fire breath swallowed him completely. For a moment, the arena was filled with nothing but the roar of flames. Daenerys gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

Then the flames began to move—gathering, condensing, taking shape. The fire formed into a massive fist, which shot back toward the Chimera and struck it with explosive force.

The Chimera was sent flying, its massive body crashing into the arena wall. Stone shattered, and debris rained down. The creature let out a roar of pain and rage.

Daenerys watched with wide eyes as Jacob emerged from the dissipating flames, completely unharmed. His clothes weren’t even singed.

"I heard he is unburnt, like me," Daenerys said. "But why are his clothes not burned?"

Malia explained, her voice casual. "He can control the fire element. It’s natural for him to keep the fire from burning his clothes."

The Chimera rose, shaking off the debris. Burns covered its body, but they were already healing—its supernatural regeneration working overtime. It roared again, and this time, the goat head on its back opened its mouth.

A bolt of dark energy shot from the goat’s mouth—a dark spell of pure malevolent magic.

Jacob waved his hand casually, using his telekinesis to swat the spell aside. It struck a pile of corpses from the Sons of the Harpy, and the bodies melted into a dark red sludge.

Jacob sighed. "Is that all you’ve got? I’m disappointed."

The Chimera didn’t stop. It kept shooting spells from its goat head, each one more powerful than the last. Black bolts, shadow tendrils, curses that would have driven any normal man mad.

Jacob swatted them all aside with casual ease, his expression one of boredom.

---

Stiles watched from the stands, his commentary unhelpful as always. "Oh, the goat head can use dark magic, just like in the myth. If it hit Jacob with its magic, it’ll turn him into a mush."

Malia glared at him. "You shut your mouth, or I’ll beat you until you turn into a mush."

Daenerys also shot him a cold look. "I don’t like you."

Stiles raised his hands defensively. "Come on, I was just joking! Jacob will be fine... probably. And even if he turns into a mush, he’ll likely survive and become a slime for a few days before he returns to normal." He laughed. "That would be funny."

Scott quickly and wisely stood up, taking Missandei’s hand and dragging her away from Stiles.

Missandei looked at him with confusion. "Where are you taking me?"

Scott said, "Away from stupid Stiles."

Stiles opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly he felt all the hair on his body stand on end. Before he could react, a bolt of lightning shot from Malia’s mouth and struck him, sending him flying across the stands. He crashed through stone seats, destroying them. When he stopped, his body was still convulsing from the electricity.

Daenerys looked at Malia with a raised eyebrow. Malia shrugged. "I don’t like anyone talking bad about Jay or saying that he’ll lose."

Scott took Missandei and sat next to Tyrion on the other side of Daenerys, away from Malia.

Missandei glanced at Stiles, who was still convulsing. "Is he going to be okay?"

Scott waved dismissively. "Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine. He doesn’t know when to shut up, and he gets beaten up by one of us almost every day."

---

Back on the Arena Floor

Jacob had grown bored. The Chimera was strong—impressively so for a creature summoned by fanatical priests—but it wasn’t a challenge.

He raised his right hand, calling upon his earth element. A giant fist made of rock materialized in front of him and shot toward the Chimera, striking its lion head and sending the beast crashing into the arena’s walls once more.

The Chimera rose again, shaking its massive head. This time, the snake’s head on its tail faced Jacob, its jaws opening wide to release its venomous breath.

Jacob’s eyes narrowed. "We can’t have you doing that. Dany isn’t immune to poison."

He teleported, appearing next to the snake’s head in an instant. His sword was drawn, and with a single, precise strike, he cut the snake’s head clean off. The Chimera roared in agony, its tail thrashing wildly before going limp.

Jacob teleported again, appearing a few meters in front of the Chimera and watching the creature’s suffering with cold satisfaction.

The Chimera opened its lion mouth and used its fire breath again.

Jacob’s eyes glowed red. "Alright, let’s finish this."

He waved his hand, and the fire breath dissipated into nothing. Then he stored his clothes in his pocket dimension, leaving only his underwear.

Daenerys watched him intently, a flush creeping across her cheeks. "What is he doing?"

Malia smiled. "Just watch. This is the fun part."

Everyone watched in shock as Jacob began to shift into his full dragon form.

His human frame expanded and transformed. Horns grew from his head. Black scales spread across his body. He grew and grew, his form becoming something ancient and powerful.

When the transformation was complete, a thirty-five-meter black dragon with a seventy-meter wingspan stood in the arena.

He raised his head and let out a deafening roar—a sound that everyone in Meereen felt in their bodies before they heard it and was way more terrifying than the roar of the Chimera.

Drogon, perched high at the edge of the arena, didn’t feel fear when he saw Jacob in his full dragon form. Instead, he felt powerful because of the bond he now had with Jacob. He roared in unison with Jacob.

Though Jacob kept his aura tightly restrained, what leaked out was still overwhelming for everyone except Malia, Daenerys, and Stiles—who was now sitting next to Malia as if nothing had happened. Stiles was already accustomed to Jacob’s dragon aura, as long as Jacob wasn’t targeting him.

Scott’s hands trembled. "Damn it. I hate it when he shifts into his dragon form."

Daenerys stood up, her eyes wide as she looked at Jacob’s dragon form in shock. She felt more attracted to him than ever.

She kept her eyes fixed on Jacob as she spoke to Malia. "When he said he’s a dragon, that wasn’t a figure of speech—he meant it literally."

Malia smiled. "Yep."

Jacob unleashed a fraction of his aura, targeting the Chimera with it.

The Chimera froze in terror. It stared at the massive dragon before it, then spun around and attempted to escape.

Jacob teleported, appearing directly in the Chimera’s path. He opened his massive jaws, ready to burn it to ash—

"Jacob, wait!" Stiles shouted. "Don’t destroy its body! We can sell it to the S.D.E.S.!"

Jacob stopped and instead caught the Chimera by the throat, raising it high while it struggled helplessly. Then he inserted his claws into the creature’s chest and ripped its heart out.

He tossed the body aside, stared at it for a few seconds, and after making sure it was truly dead, stored both the body, the decapitated snake head, and the still-twitching heart in his pocket dimension.

Then he used fire to burn all the corpses in the arena.

He turned to Daenerys and used his telekinesis to make her float, bringing her near his giant head. His deep, rumbling voice echoed through the arena. "So, what do you think?"

Daenerys stretched her hand toward his head. He made her float closer, and she touched his scales in fascination. She looked at his huge red eye and smiled. "I’m beyond surprised that you’re a real dragon. You’ll need to explain that to me later." Her smirk widened. "And I think you’re more handsome in this form than your human form."

Jacob’s rumbling voice carried a note of indignation. "Hey, that’s not a compliment! Sure, I’m the most handsome dragon alive, but my human form is the most handsome. And why are you looking at me like that?"

Daenerys’s smile was innocent. "Like what?"

Jacob’s voice was exasperated. "You’re looking at me like I’m a meal. Your face is as red as a tomato, and you’re breathing like you just ran a few miles. I mean, I get it if I’m in my human form or my hybrid form, but I’m in my full dragon form." His eyes narrowed. "You wouldn’t happen to have some perverted ideas about me in this form, would you?"

Daenerys smiled sweetly. "Maybe."

Jacob’s voice was incredulous. "Girl, you’re more of a pervert than I am."

Daenerys laughed. "Okay, jokes aside—can you take me flying, please?"

Jacob’s voice softened. "Sure."

He used his telekinesis to make her float onto his back.

Daenerys shouted down to the others. "Tyrion, you guys go back to the pyramid. I’ll come later!"

Jacob added, "Stiles, Scott—stay with Missandei and Tyrion until I come back." He looked at Malia. "Are you coming, or are you going back home?"

Malia stretched. "You two go have fun. I’m going back home."

Jacob nodded. "Alright, love. See you later."

Malia teleported back to Serendell. Jacob flapped his giant wings and flew high into the sky with an excited Daenerys, taking her flying over Meereen while Drogon followed them from behind.

---

After circling Meereen a few times, Jacob spoke to Daenerys telepathically. [Dany, we’re heading to Volantis now.]

Daenerys’s reply was curious. [What for?]

Jacob’s voice hardened. [To destroy the Red Temple of Volantis. I won’t kill R’hllor yet, but he has to pay a price for ordering his minions to ambush me with the Chimera.]

Daenerys’s voice was thoughtful. [But Volantis is so far. Even if you fly... wait, are you going to go there like we went to King’s Landing?]

Jacob said, [Yes. I passed by Volantis when I came yesterday to Meereen, so I can teleport us there.]

Jacob and Daenerys disappeared from the Meereen sky and appeared above Volantis, leaving Drogon alone and confused.

Jacob flew above the ancient city, letting out a loud roar that terrified every citizen of Volantis. He headed straight for the Red Temple, his massive form casting a shadow over the city.

Once he was above the temple, he paused and took a deep breath. Then he unleashed a fire breath so devastating it shattered the temple, reducing it to rubble and incinerating every red priest within. The flames burned with such intensity that even the stone melted.

Daenerys watched, amazed by Jacob’s strength. She felt no pity for the temple or its inhabitants—if they were Jacob’s enemies, they were hers as well.

When Jacob left, all that remained where the Red Temple had stood for centuries was a smoking crater—filled with molten lava.

---

Above Meereen

Jacob appeared above Meereen and shifted back to his human form, catching Daenerys in his arms.

To his surprise, Daenerys sealed his lips with hers as soon as he had caught her.

They hovered in the sky, supported by his telekinesis, kissing for a while. Drogon, who had been flying above Meereen in confusion when they disappeared earlier, approached them and let out a soft roar.

Daenerys pulled away from Jacob’s lips and turned to Drogon, hugging his massive head. "Hey, you. I missed you so much."

Jacob glared at Drogon, who didn’t know what he had done wrong. The wyvern avoided Jacob’s eyes and focused his attention on Daenerys.

Jacob snorted and looked at Daenerys, who was floating serenely with his telekinesis. "Dany, aren’t you afraid of falling?"

Daenerys smiled. "Nope. I know you wouldn’t let me fall."

Jacob smiled and hugged her from behind. "Alright. Let’s go."

He teleported the three of them above the Great Pyramid of Meereen and threw some Sker Buffalo meat onto the flat top of the pyramid—where the giant bronze harpy statue used to stand before Daenerys tore it down. "Eat and stay there," he told Drogon.

Drogon happily landed and began eating.

Jacob teleported with Daenerys to the council chamber inside the pyramid. He found Stiles and the others there, but Daario and Jorah weren’t there—after seeing what Jacob was, they didn’t want to get too close to Daenerys and get on his bad side.

Jacob, still only in his underwear, took his clothes out from his pocket dimension and began putting them on.

Daenerys sat down at the large council table, a smile still on her lips.

Just then, Cogman came flying in through the window, thrusters firing from his hands and feet.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You just finished killing the red priests?"

Cogman’s smile was deeply satisfied. "Yes, sir."

Stiles’s voice was dry. "You sure took your sweet time with those poor bastards."

Cogman sat at the table, his eyes taking on a distant, blissful look. "I sure did."

Stiles leaned forward. "What did you do to them?"

Scott and Jacob spoke at the same time. "Shut up, Stiles. Don’t ask him that."

Cogman’s face lit up with a creepy, genuine smile. "I—"

Jacob glared at him. "Don’t you dare."

Cogman sighed, his expression falling. "Fine. I won’t tell you what I did to them, because to be honest, I don’t even know what I did to them."

Stiles smirked. "Did you forget? Do you have robot dementia or something?"

Cogman looked at Stiles with a creepy smile. "Oh, I didn’t forget a single detail. Let’s just say there are no words for what I did to those people. I mean, at one point, I put my hand deep inside one of them and started controlling him like a puppet, and then—"

Jacob cut him off. "Alright, that’s enough. If you two psychopaths want to discuss and exchange pointers about your creepy habits, wait until you’re alone."

Stiles protested. "Hey, I’m not a psychopath!"

Jacob shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better."

Cogman’s voice was more serious now. "By the way, sir, those red priests were sent by someone called Kinvara. They said she is their High Priestess. She sent them to monitor Lady Daenerys. They saw you yesterday with Stiles strolling through Meereen and entering the Great Pyramid, and they told her. She ordered them to summon the Chimera to kill you using the blood of the people who would die in Daznak’s Pit today—if you showed up. And if you didn’t show up, she ordered them to save Lady Daenerys from the Sons of the Harpy and make her owe them her life."

Jacob’s expression was thoughtful. "I see. Is Kinvara here in Meereen?"

Cogman shook his head. "No. She left Meereen four days ago, heading back to Volantis. She was contacting them through fire." His eyes gleamed. "Do you want me to go to Volantis and kill her and destroy the Red Temple?"

Jacob shook his head. "No. Let her be for now. And there is a surprise waiting for her when she returns to Volantis."

Daenerys smiled. "We just came back from Volantis. Jacob destroyed the Red Temple with his fire."

Cogman’s face fell. "What?" He turned to Jacob with a hurt expression. "Why did you not take me with you, sir? You should have let me kill all the priests inside that temple first before destroying it."

Jacob waved a dismissive hand. "There will be more opportunities later. Besides, didn’t you have enough fun today?"

Cogman’s expression was still hurt. "I did, but still..."

Jacob said firmly, "Alright, that’s enough talking about killing. Let’s eat. I’m hungry."

He took all kinds of food from his pocket dimension—pizza, cooked steaks, lasagna alla Bolognese, burgers and fries, fried chicken, lobster rolls, salads, and all kinds of juice and sodas.

"Alright, everyone eat." Jacob looked at Grey Worm, who was still standing. "Sit and eat."

Grey Worm hesitated. Daenerys looked at him. "Sit and eat with us."

Grey Worm nodded slightly to Daenerys and nodded to Jacob. "Thank you, Your Grace."

Jacob smiled. "Sit down already."

Grey Worm joined them at the table, and they all began to eat.

Daenerys asked Jacob about everything she ate and fell in love with the soda. Tyrion and Grey Worm were asking Stiles about the food, while Missandei, sitting next to Scott, was asking him.

To be continued... ??

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