Bran: Godswood Greensight Total Attack Warning
The weirwood in King's Landing's temporary Godswood was already pale from the cold, and Bran sat in his wheelchair, eyes closed, his pale face covered in crisscrossing ice crystals, as if by a thin layer of ice.
In the world of Greensight, The Cold God's Altar in the Arctic ice fields was emitting a dazzling blue light — three ice core fragments had merged into half a complete ice core, suspended at the top of the altar.
Countless ice spikes burst from the ice core, raining down on Westeros's three major defense lines, with the thickest one visibly piercing through the foundation of the Wall.
"Ice spikes... have broken through the Wall..." Bran's lips trembled, his consciousness descending along the ice spike.
A ten-foot-wide gap had torn open in the Wall at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, and ice mist poured out, engulfing dozens of Wights as they charged towards the Night's Watch camp.
Their skin glowed bluish-green, their ice axes stained with the Night's Watch's blood, and the campfires hissed in the ice mist, extinguishing instantly.
The Greensight vision abruptly switched.
In the underground mines of The Citadel, the dragonglass isolation zone set up by Sam was covered in cracks, and the blue light of the ice core fragments seeped through, forming ice prisms in the tunnels.
An R'hllor Warrior tried to repair the cracks with his holy fire staff but was frozen by a sudden burst of cold air, his arm stiffening, his entire body gradually turning into an ice sculpture.
"Sam... withdraw quickly... the fragments are about to explode..." Bran's body convulsed violently, weirwood sap oozing from the corners of his mouth, congealing into dark red ice beads on his chest.
Lyra knelt beside Bran, wiping his cheeks with warm goat's milk, but found his body temperature dropping rapidly: "Young Master Bran, don't look anymore! Lord Illyrio said your body can't take it!"
Bran didn't respond, his consciousness already drifting to the underground of King's Landing.
In the three forks of the sewers, hundreds of Wights were gathering around an ice core fragment.
Their bodies were stitched together from rats, stray dogs, and even dead commoners, with ice mist emanating from their joints, as they dug tunnels towards the civilian district, the soil at the tunnel's ceiling already beginning to freeze.
"King's Landing... underground... Wights... are about to emerge..." Bran used his last strength to pull out an R'hllor amulet from his Huai, pressing it into Lyra's hand.
"Quick... tell Illyrio... tell Daenerys... to use dragonflame... to seal the sewer entrance... the civilian district... is in danger..."
Lyra grabbed the amulet and ran like mad towards the Red Keep.
Bran's consciousness gradually blurred, and in the final Greensight vision, he saw the cold god of the Arctic ice fields slowly open its eyes, its hand made of ice mist grasping the half ice core, and gently pressing it towards Westeros.
Countless tiny ice spikes emerged from the ground, like a giant ice net, enveloping the entire continent.
He knew that the cold god's total attack had begun, and the alliance's defenses were about to face their most severe test.
Melisandre: R'hllor Death Struggle at the Wall's Breach
At the breach in the Wall at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, ice mist surged like a tide, carrying dozens of Wights towards the Night's Watch camp.
Melisandre stood at the top of the breach, her holy fire staff raised high.
Fifty Red Priests stood in a circle around her, and the flames from their holy fire staffs converged in the cold wind into an orange-red light shield, blocking the first wave of the ice mist's assault.
"Holy Fire Formation! Hold the breach!" Melisandre's voice carried through the light shield.
Night's Watch Commander Thorne led a hundred Night's Watchmen forward, the eerie glow of their dragonglass spears flickering in the ice mist.
The spears pierced the Wights' bodies, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound, and the Wights' bodies instantly turned into ice shards, only to re-condense in the ice mist, forming new Wights.
"They can regenerate! Burn them with r'hllor oil!" Melisandre shouted.
The Priests immediately doused the ice mist with r'hllor oil, and the flames spread along the ice mist, significantly slowing the Wights' regeneration speed.
Thorne seized the opportunity to lead the Night's Watch in a spear formation, forcing the remaining Wights back into the breach.
The dragonglass spears pierced densely, and ice shards piled up into a small mountain at the breach, temporarily blocking the surge of ice mist.
But just then, a thick ice spike suddenly erupted from below the breach, piercing through the bodies of three Night's Watchmen.
Their skin instantly turned pale green, and their eyes glowed blue, as they transformed into new Wights, turning to stab their companions.
"Be careful! Getting stabbed by an ice spike will infect you!" Melisandre immediately adjusted the Holy Fire Formation, expanding the light shield's range to separate the infected Night's Watchmen from the others.
The warmth of the holy fire through the light shield temporarily suppressed the cold within their bodies.
Thorne watched his former comrades turn into Wights, his eyes filled with pain, but he still raised his dragonglass spear: "For the Wall! For Westeros!"
The Night's Watchmen shouted in unison, their spears once again piercing the Wights.
This time, their movements were even more resolute — they knew that one step back meant the commoners behind them, meant the peace of the entire South.
Sweat beaded on Melisandre's forehead; maintaining the Holy Fire Formation required immense faith, and the suppression of the ice mist rapidly depleted her strength.
She looked up at the sky, hoping to see Daenerys's dragon — Illyrio had said that if the Wall was in distress, Daenerys would come on her dragon to assist.
Just then, a deafening dragon roar echoed in the distance, and Drogon's bronze figure burst through the clouds, dragonflame pouring like a waterfall onto the breach.
The ice mist was instantly incinerated, and the ice spikes melted into water in the dragonflame, flowing down the Wall's surface.
"It's Queen Daenerys!" The Night's Watchmen cheered, and Melisandre breathed a sigh of relief as the Holy Fire Formation's light shield gradually weakened.
Daenerys landed on the Wall with Drogon, looking at the battle at the breach, her eyes filled with determination: "I've brought two hundred R'hllor Warriors and five thousand dragonglass arrows, enough to hold this place.
Melisandre, go reinforce the defenses at Castle Black; the ice spikes there are also about to break through."
Melisandre nodded, handed her holy fire staff to her deputy, and turned to walk towards Castle Black.
She looked back at the breach, where Drogon's dragonflame still burned, and the Night's Watch and R'hllor Warriors were clearing the remaining Wights.
Thorne's face, though weary, carried an unprecedented resolve.
She knew that the Wall's first line of defense had held, but this was only the beginning; a much harder battle still lay ahead.
Sam: ice core fragment Outbreak in The Citadel Mines
In the tunnels of The Citadel's underground dragonglass mine, the cold air was so thick it was suffocating.
Sam and ten R'hllor Warriors surrounded the mine fault line; the barrier of weirwood shards and r'hllor oil was being eroded by blue light, and the cracks grew larger and larger.
The cold air from the fragments seeped through the cracks, forming ice crystals in the air.
"Add another layer of dragonglass powder! Quick!" Sam shouted.
The miners immediately sprinkled dragonglass powder onto the barrier, and the powder mixed with the r'hllor oil, forming a light red layer that temporarily slowed the blue light's erosion.
Karl, the R'hllor Warrior captain, held a holy fire staff, its flame burning before the fault line, trying to suppress the fragments' power: "Maester, the blue light from the fragments is getting stronger and stronger; the cold god must have started its total attack.
We can't hold on much longer!"
Sam pulled out the mine map drawn by Bran from his Huai, his finger tracing over the "backup tunnel" location on the map: "If the barrier breaks, we'll retreat through the backup tunnel and seal the mine shaft with dragonglass ore.
We can't let the cold spread to The Citadel."
He paused, looking at the miner Graham beside him: "You take half the miners to transport dragonglass, prioritizing the already mined ones.
The rest of us will guard the barrier."
Graham nodded and led twenty miners deeper into the tunnel.
But just a few steps in, the tunnel suddenly shook violently, and the barrier at the fault line cracked with a "crunch."
Blue light instantly erupted, and a burst of cold air shot towards Karl, his arm instantly frozen, his holy fire staff falling to the ground, its flame extinguished.
"Karl!" Sam rushed forward, pressing a weirwood shard onto Karl's arm.
The shard's warmth temporarily dissipated the cold, but Karl's arm had already lost all sensation.
"The barrier's broken! Retreat!" Sam shouted.
The R'hllor Warriors immediately covered the miners as they retreated towards the backup tunnel.
The blue light at the fault line grew brighter and brighter, and the ice core fragment slowly rose from the fault line.
Cold air formed countless ice prisms in the tunnel, chasing the retreating crowd.
A young miner ran too slowly and was pierced in the calf by an ice prism.
He let out a painful scream, his skin instantly turning pale green, on the verge of becoming a Wight.
Sam turned and rushed back, pressing an R'hllor amulet onto the miner's wound, then cutting his own palm with a dragonglass dagger and dripping his blood onto the miner's wound — dragonblood could temporarily suppress the cold, as Bran had told him earlier.
The miner's screams gradually stopped, and Sam helped him up, continuing to retreat towards the backup tunnel.
Just as they were about to enter the tunnel, Graham arrived with the miners who had been transporting dragonglass, carrying a dozen cans of r'hllor oil: "Maester, use this to blow up the mine shaft!
We've already moved most of the dragonglass, enough for King's Landing and the Wall for a while!"
Sam nodded, took the r'hllor oil, piled them at the mine entrance, and ignited them with his holy fire staff — flames instantly erupted, and the dragonglass ore collapsed in the explosion, sealing the mine shaft, and the blue light of the fragments was completely isolated inside.
Sam collapsed to the ground, looking at the sealed mine shaft, a sigh of relief in his heart.
Karl walked up to him, the ice patterns on his arm still not faded: "Maester, we've held the mine and saved The Citadel."
Sam nodded, looking towards The Citadel, where the bells were ringing — a signal to gather the Maesters to research a cure for the cold infection.
He knew that The Citadel's battle was over, but the Wall and King's Landing were still waiting for their dragonglass support.
Arya: Wight Extermination in the Underground of King's Landing
Deep in the sewers of King's Landing, Arya led fifty Unsullied and ten Red Priests, following the direction of the ice patterns.
The cold in the air grew heavier and heavier, and the flames of the torches flickered in the wind, reflecting the bluish glow of the ice patterns on the pipe walls — according to clues provided by the commoners, hundreds of Wights were gathered here, digging tunnels, trying to reach the granaries in the civilian district.
"The tunnel entrance is just ahead," Talon, the Unsullied scout, whispered, pointing to a large hole in front of them.
From inside the hole came the creaking sound of digging and the roars of Wights.
Arya nodded, instructing the Red Priests to form a small Holy Fire Formation; the warmth of the flames dispelled the surrounding chill, while the Unsullied raised their dragonglass spears, ready to attack.
"Charge!" Arya was the first to rush into the hole, her valyrian steel dagger glinting coldly in the firelight.
The dagger plunged into a Wight's throat, and its body instantly turned into ice shards, only to re-coalesce at the other end of the tunnel.
"Use r'hllor oil! Don't let them regenerate!" Arya shouted, and the Red Priests immediately doused the Wights with r'hllor oil.
Flames spread along the Wights' bodies, and their regeneration speed visibly slowed.
The Unsullied seized the opportunity to surge forward, their dragonglass spears piercing the Wights' bodies in a dense barrage, piling up ice shards into small mounds inside the tunnel.
But just then, a loud bang echoed from deep within the tunnel, and an ice spike suddenly erupted, piercing through the bodies of two Unsullied.
Their skin instantly turned pale green, and their eyes glowed blue as they turned to stab their comrades.
"Be careful of infection from the ice spikes!" Arya rushed forward, her dagger slicing across the arm of an infected Unsullied.
Dragonglass powder scattered onto the wound, temporarily suppressing the cold.
The Red Priests immediately adjusted the Holy Fire Formation, separating the infected Unsullied from the others.
The warmth of the flames, passing through the light shield, gradually dispelled the cold within their bodies.
Arya continued deeper into the tunnel, where a massive Wight leader stood.
Its body was pieced together from the corpses of several civilians and soldiers, and it wielded an ice axe, directing other Wights to dig the tunnel.
"It's you!" Arya leaped, her dagger aimed at the Wight leader's chest, but it blocked with its ice axe, the dagger and axe colliding with a crisp 'clang'.
The Wight leader roared, swinging its ice axe at Arya.
She dodged sideways, her dagger grazing the Wight leader's arm, and dragonglass powder scattered onto the wound.
The Wight leader let out a pained shriek, and its arm began to melt.
Arya seized the chance to leap up, her dagger piercing the Wight leader's throat.
The valyrian steel blade easily cut through its body, and the Wight leader's body instantly turned into ice shards, never to regenerate again.
The remaining Wights, leaderless, became chaotic, and the Unsullied and Red Priests took the opportunity to clear them out, quickly dispatching all of them.
Arya stood at the tunnel entrance, looking at the sealed tunnel, a sigh of relief escaping her.
Talon walked over to her, holding an ice core fragment—found inside the Wight leader's body.
"My lady, the granary in the civilian district is safe," Talon said.
"Also, the civilians have started setting up dragonglass barriers at the sewer entrances to prevent other Wights from entering."
Arya nodded, looking towards the civilian district, where lights were beginning to illuminate—the civilians were celebrating their safety.
She knew the battle for King's Landing was over, but the battle at the Wall was still ongoing.
She needed to return to the Red Keep as quickly as possible, to follow Lord Illyrio's orders and support the Wall.
[Lord Illyrio & Queen Daenerys: Overall Coordination and Support for the Red Keep]
In the Red Keep's council chamber, Lord Illyrio stood before a sand table, his wooden pointer moving between the locations of the Wall, The Citadel, and King's Landing.
Bran's warning had arrived: the cold god's full assault had begun.
The Eastwatch-by-the-Sea section of the Wall had been breached, ice core fragments erupted from The Citadel's mines, and Wights gathered beneath King's Landing; all three front lines were simultaneously in distress.
"Queen Daenerys has already taken Drogon to reinforce the Wall; that breach needs dragonflame to be completely sealed," Lord Illyrio told Tyrion, who stood beside him.
"Sam at The Citadel has already sealed off the mines, so dragonglass support isn't an issue.
We need to send messengers to The Citadel to have them transport dragonglass to the Wall and King's Landing as quickly as possible."
Tyrion nodded, pulling out a civilian mobilization report from his Huai.
"The civilians of King's Landing have already sprung into action.
Women with weaving experience are sewing weirwood fiber, apprentices at the Smithy are forging dragonglass arrowheads, and even children are helping to transport r'hllor oil.
Our resource reserves are sufficient for a week, but if the cold god's full assault continues, shortages may occur."
Lord Illyrio nodded, looking out at the civilian district, where lights were beginning to illuminate, and the voices of the civilians carried on the wind—they were singing northern ballads, cheering on the distant warriors.
"We still have a trump card," Lord Illyrio said.
"Melisandre's Holy Fire Formation and Queen Daenerys's dragons.
As long as we can hold out for this week, The Citadel's cure will be developed, and then we can organize a counterattack and go to the North Pole to fight the cold god."
Just then, a handmaiden rushed in, her face pale: "Lord Illyrio, something has happened in the dungeon! Ice patterns have appeared in Cersei's cell, and her arm is glowing blue, as if infected by the cold!"
Lord Illyrio and Tyrion exchanged glances and immediately ran to the dungeon.
In the dungeon, Cersei sat in the corner of her cell, the ice patterns on her arm glowing blue, her eyes filled with terror: "It's the cold god... he's calling me... he said if I activate the blood curse runes with my blood, I can become his servant..."
Lord Illyrio immediately had the Red Priests use the flames of their holy fire staff to dispel the cold in the cell.
The warmth of the holy fire passed through the iron bars, gradually fading the ice patterns on Cersei's arm.
"the cold god wants to use you to activate hidden blood curse runes and destroy King's Landing," Lord Illyrio said.
"You now have two choices: either help us fight the cold god and tell us all the black magic secrets Qyburn left behind, or remain imprisoned here, waiting to be infected by the cold and turn into a Wight."
Cersei was silent for a moment, the fear in her eyes gradually replaced by determination: "I choose to help you.
Qyburn hid a black magic notebook in a secret room in the Red Keep, which records methods to fight the cold god, as well as the art of breaking blood curse runes.
I can take you to get it, but you must promise to let me leave King's Landing after the war."
Lord Illyrio nodded: "I promise you.
As long as you help us defeat the cold god, I will let you leave."
Cersei stood up and followed Lord Illyrio and Tyrion towards the Red Keep's secret room.
She knew this was her only chance, and her chance for atonement—she could not let the cold god destroy King's Landing, which she had once protected, even if she had committed countless crimes for the throne.
In the Red Keep's secret room, Cersei found Qyburn's black magic notebook.
The notebook recorded: "the cold god's weakness lies at the center of half an ice core.
Only by simultaneously applying dragonflame, holy fire, and pure Targaryen blood can the ice core be completely destroyed and the cold god defeated."
Lord Illyrio looked at the notebook, his eyes filled with determination: "This is our decisive battle plan.
Queen Daenerys's dragonflame, Melisandre's holy fire, Queen Daenerys's pure blood—the combination of these three will defeat the cold god."
Tyrion nodded, pulling out a troop deployment schedule from his Huai: "We can organize a decisive battle force, led by Queen Daenerys, Lord Illyrio, and Melisandre, including Red Priests, Unsullied, Northern warriors, and Iron Islands warriors, a total of ten thousand people, riding Drogon and Rhaegal to the North Pole for the final battle.
King's Landing and the Wall will be defended by Sam, Arya, and Thorne, ensuring the safety of the rear."
Lord Illyrio nodded, looking at the sky outside the window; Drogon's roar was coming from afar—Queen Daenerys had returned from the Wall.
He knew the moment of the decisive battle was approaching, and all the strength of the alliance would converge on the ice plains of the North Pole for the final fight against the cold god.
[Ending: Alliance Assembly Before the Decisive Battle]
In the central square of King's Landing, the warriors of the alliance were assembling.
Red Priests wore red robes, holding holy fire staffs; Unsullied wore bronze armor, raising dragonglass spears; Northern warriors wore wool cloaks, with dragonglass daggers at their waists; Iron Islands warriors wore leather armor, gripping battle axes; civilians stood at the edge of the square, holding r'hllor oil and dragonglass fragments, cheering on the warriors.
Queen Daenerys, riding Drogon, landed in the square.
Lord Illyrio, Tyrion, Arya, Sam, Melisandre, and Cersei stood beside her.
Queen Daenerys looked at the warriors in the square, her eyes filled with determination: "Warriors, guardians of Westeros! the cold god's full assault has begun, and our defenses are under pressure, but we will not retreat! Because we know that behind us are our families, our homes, and our peace!"
She paused, her voice rising: "Now, we will organize a decisive battle force to go to the ice plains of the North Pole and engage in the final battle with the cold god! We have dragonflame, holy fire, dragonglass, and faith in each other!
I believe that as long as we unite as one, we will surely defeat the cold god and usher in true peace!"
The warriors cheered in unison, their voices echoing over King's Landing, drowning out the howl of the cold wind.
Queen Daenerys mounted Drogon, while Lord Illyrio, Tyrion, Arya, Sam, Melisandre, and Cersei mounted warhorses, following behind Drogon, heading towards the North Pole.
The civilians waved the r'hllor oil and dragonglass fragments in their hands, singing Northern ballads, sending them off.
Bran sat in his wheelchair, watching their retreating figures, his eyes full of hope.
Lyra stood beside him, holding a weirwood shard: "Young Master Bran, will they win?"
Bran nodded, his voice firm: "They will.
Because they have each other, they have faith, and they have the courage to protect peace."
On the ice plains of the North Pole, The Cold God's Altar was emitting blue light, half an ice core suspended at its apex, and countless ice spikes erupted from the ice plain.
Queen Daenerys and her decisive battle force were advancing towards the altar—the final battle was about to begin.