The White Walkers

The North, the Wall.

Frost gathered once more on the towering ice wall, keeping out the biting winds beyond the Wall.

"Quick, pile all the bodies together."

"Move it. Get it done before nightfall."

After half a year, the black-cloaked Night's Watch had finally ventured beyond the Wall for the first time, clearing the devastated battlefield.

The Emerald Green Dragonflame had long since gone out, its charred marks buried beneath the heavy snow.

But the acrid stench of burning still lingered.

The Haunted Forest swayed gently, snow tumbling from the treetops.

The dense sound of hooves drew closer.

The Winter Wolves led by Roderick slowly emerged from the forest. A string of Wildlings was roped to the tail of every veteran's horse.

The Wildling army had scattered in defeat.

They followed the king's orders: arrest every Wildling who had rebelled.

With their hands bound, the Wildlings looked as if they were dressed in mourning, heads hanging low with fear.

Inside the Wall.

Thud! Thud!

Heavy footsteps sounded as boots the size of millstones crushed the snow.

Several giants lumbered along, baskets laden across their chests and backs, filled with steaming black muck.

There was no need to look down; the pungent stench of sulfur shot straight up their noses.

"Damn humans. You're making Nunu carry shit."

The ugly giant hunched beneath the Wall, his face plainly showing his resentment.

Two "crows" wielding shovels loaded a fresh lump of sticky dung into the basket on the giant's chest.

"It's dragon dung, you big oaf."

Rhaegar gave him a warning look. "You tore down the Wall's gates. I'm just cleaning up your mess."

It was all because of these reckless giants that the underground passage had been destroyed.

There was no time to quarry stone and repair it. Black dragonglass was the