Night King's Weakness

Its army was endless, swarming over its opponents like a human sea.

" Siga!"

"..."

Loud Dragon Roars rang out one after another as several dragons took to the sky.

"Dragonflame, Dreamfyre!"

A gigantic pale-blue dragon soared over The Wall, like a cloud spanning a hundred meters, breathing a fantastical blend of blue and white flames.

BOOM!

Snow erupted across the ground, and the attacking army of wights came to an abrupt halt.

"Siga!"

An ugly Mud Dragon crawled over the frost-covered wall, then leaped down from the battlements in defiance, crossing The Wall's barrier for the first time.

Sheepstealer flew slowly, its withered dragon head hanging low as it angrily spewed dragonflame like mud.

Then Syrax and Sunfyre flew out side by side, diving as they breathed golden Dragonflame.

RUMBLE—

With four dragons joining the fight, the wight army, which had seemed as numerous as ants, finally had worthy opponents.

Dragonflame of every color poured forth, carving countless trenches that roared with fire.

"Siga!!"

A young, pale-green dragon circled above The Wall, letting out sharp cries of agitation.

Benella tugged hard on the reins, urging Moon Dance to join the battle.

But the young dragon refused to cross The Wall, disobeying her command for once.

Even so, the number of dragons on the battlefield was more than enough to give the wight army a hard time.

Only then did the Night King's expression finally change.

Gravitas entered his icy-blue eyes. His tightly pressed lips parted slightly, revealing pale fangs through the icy mist.

"Siga—"

Cannibal roared at the sky. Its massive body twisted as it plunged headfirst, like a black meteor.

Green Dragonflame gathered in its gaping maw, its grim, slit-pupil eyes fixed on the lone figure standing proudly on the slope.

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp as a hawk's.