Anger continued to soar within Aegon the Elder due to the escape of Rhaenyra's host and thus a quick end to this war. In retribution, his dragon, along with Aemond's and Daeron's, and some 28,000 troops, moved against Duskendale, which was within the vicinity. The leathery wings of Sunfyre, Vhagar, and Tessarion, heard one morning by sentries. Aegon was not going to simply ask for submission... no, the King had come to burn and pillage Duskendale as an example to all who dared to fight against him. The troops of the royal host kept their distance as the dragons came closer and closer, seeking to rain dragonfire upon Duskendale.

As he drew closer, Aegon the Elder, crowned by the Conqueror's crown, gazes down at Duskendale as bells rang, warning the city of what was coming. He points his finger at the walled location.

DRACARYS!

He said, ordering Sunfyre to unleash its golden flames upon the city.