Chapter 71

Infused with surging vitality, Drogo’s once withered and colorless arm swelled rapidly, like a parched desert quenched by sweet rain, swiftly returning to its full and robust state.

But the surge of life didn’t stop there. As the blood energy filled his arm and spread throughout his entire body, crackling sounds erupted from within him. It was as if he were reborn—his fatigue vanished, every cell bursting with renewed vigor. His whole being brimmed with strength.

His already rock-solid muscles swelled further, making him appear even more mighty and savage. A commanding aura radiated from him, climbing to a higher level—one that struck fear into anyone who looked upon him. Seeing his strong, flexible, hormone-charged body, Drogo thought confidently, Daenerys will surely love me even more now.