Chapter 37

Viserion's scales shimmered a milky white, while its horns, wings, and back bore a dark golden hue, like polished plates of rare metal. It spewed a fiery blaze of tangerine-orange destruction.

Rhaegal, hued by the summer's emerald green and the bronzed tones of the Great Grass Sea, had deep green scales that resembled thick moss deep within a forest. It unleashed a lethal breath, a fiery blend of orange and yellow.

Drogon was a fusion of midnight darkness and crimson bloodlust. Far larger than his two younger brothers, he was also far more ferocious and volatile, exhaling a spiral of interwoven black and red flames—like the legendary hellfire burning in the realm of the dead.