*SECOND MONTH: HEART OF NEW GHIS*
Gate was open but city was not taken.
Inner New Ghis was not city like Meereen. It was fortress, barracks stacked on barracks, forges, slave pens under every house. Narrow streets built for legion to hold shield wall.
Three thousand Iron Legion retreated deeper, step by step, shields locked.
"Hold! Hold for Ghis!" their general shouted, old man in iron tokar.
Aegon stood in gatehouse, bleeding from hands, black boots cracked, pants torn, chest bare, red katana steaming. Behind him Unsullied poured in, freedmen screaming.
He did not wait.
"With me!" he yelled and ran into heart.
Street fighting — worst kind.
First street: Legion shield wall, spears out. Unsullied hit them. Spear vs spear. Aegon jumped over wall — *Thunder Breathing — First Form: Thunderclap and Flash* — BOOM, appeared behind legion, cut.
*"Wind Breathing — Second Form: Claws of the Purifying Wind!"* Five air claws, five necks opened from behind, shield wall collapsed. Freedmen stabbed over.
Second street: Archers on roofs, slaves used as shields, chained to balconies.
"Don't shoot slaves!" Grey Worm shouted.
Aegon breathed, *"Thunder Breathing — Fifth Form: Heat Lightning!"* Lightning dash up wall, boots on brick, flash after flash, he ran up vertical wall, cutting chains, not throats. Chains snapped, slaves fell into Unsullied arms. Archers fell after, wind cut.
His hands bled more, boots now almost soleless.
Third street: The pits. New Ghis kept Unsullied pits — boys training.
Aegon stopped. Saw boys, eight years old, with spears too big, chained.
Legion general there, shouting, "Kill them! Kill slaves before they free!"
Aegon roared — not breathing form, raw.
He became both.
*"Wind Breathing — Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm! Thunder Breathing — Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!"*
Wind tornado and thunder flash at once. He was storm. He cleared twenty feet in instant, katana cutting general's head before order finished. Boys stared.
Aegon cut their chains, one by one, kneeling though legion came.
"Free," he told them in Ghiscari tongue, learned from Grey Worm. "You free."
Boy Unsullied cried.
Fourth street — heart — Masters' pyramid, smaller than Meereen but black brick. Doors closed, masters inside with slave soldiers.
Daario arrived, bleeding. "My king, they lock, they have two hundred inside!"
Aegon walked to doors, black pants bloody, boots falling apart.
He breathed deep — deepest yet — wind and thunder together.
*"Combined — Seventh Form: Void Tempest Gale!"*
He invented form there. No teacher. Wind and thunder became void — air that cut and lightning that shattered.
He swung katana, not at door, at air in front of door.
Air exploded. Doors blew inward, wood splintered, iron bolts shot like arrows, masters inside screaming as wind cut them without touching.
Aegon stepped into heart, into masters' hall.
Masters — fat, tokar gold — held daggers to slave girls.
"One step and they die!"
Aegon looked at them, chest heaving, blood from hands dripping onto black boots.
He flashed — thunder — katana blurred — wind — girls' chains cut, masters' hands cut, all in same half-second.
Masters fell, hands gone.
Aegon stood in middle of heart of New Ghis, bare chest, black uniform long gone, boots broken, red katana dripping, surrounded by two hundred freed slaves staring.
Outside, fighting stopped. Legion broke when heart fell. Shields dropped.
Grey Worm came in, saw Aegon kneeling, cutting last collar with hands shaking.
"It's done?" Grey Worm asked.
Aegon looked up, smile bloody.
"New Ghis free," he whispered.
He stood, raised sword with last strength, shouted so all inner city heard:
"NO MORE CHAINS! NO MORE LEGION! NEW GHIS IS FREE!"
And three thousand slaves — now free — shouted back, crying, banging chains on ground.
Outer gate broken three weeks ago, inner gate today, heart now free.
> *[SYSTEM]*
> *New Ghis: CONQUERED ✓*
> *Time Left: 3 months and 1 week*
Aegon fell to knees then, boots finally splitting, and darkness took him, but city was free.