Chapter 93

Valyrian steel cut through iron like butter—how could the Naga, with flesh not even as tough as a dragon’s hide, possibly withstand it? Drogo, blessed with godlike strength, drove his curved blade into the seam between the sea dragon’s head and its fin-like wings.

“SKRAAA!”

The sea dragon howled in pain, lightning arcing violently from the wound. The discharge burned across Drogo’s entire body, but through sheer force of will, he held fast.