The battlefield lies in ruin. Ash covers everything. Vharaxes and Drogon circle above, crying into the smoke. Daenerys holds Andrew's body for hours, unmoving.
The Flame Host lights a great pyre, but she refuses. "He burned enough." Instead, she entombs him in obsidian and gold, beneath the ruins of the Bone Throne.
From ash, a tomb. From flame, legend.