The Green Seer's Visions

Daemon saw the White Walkers, and they stared back at him.

The towering, pale figure leaped down from its horse and pointed its ice spear at him in challenge.

With its unruffled, icy blue eyes, it seemed to be daring humanity to fight.

The wails of the wight army drowned out the sound of the wind and snow.

Daemon met them with a cold stare, chopping off two wights' heads as he gradually made his way toward open ground.

So it was just a White Walker?

This was the perfect chance to see how strong one really was.

"Rrgh... Gah..."

Caraxes stretched out his neck and unleashed Dragonflame in torrents, holding back the wight army.

The Children of the Forest darted along the mountainside, striking back with their claws bared.

Beneath the Heart Tree.

Daemon stood beneath the bare branches, his expression solemn.

Thud, thud...

The White Walker strode closer, its bare feet trampling the black, frozen earth as it steadily approached its opponent.

"You're even uglier up close, you freak."

Daemon taunted it, searching for a chance to kill it in one blow.

The White Walker remained expressionless as it swung its ice spear down with a fierce force.

Going by its usual attack, the blow should have shattered its opponent's weapon.

Clang!

Daemon raised his sword to block. Ice chips flew, and his eyes lit up.

Just as his good nephew had said, Valyrian steel swords were effective against White Walkers.

The White Walker's brows drew together slightly when its weapon was blocked. It clearly hadn't expected that.

"Heh. I gave you too much credit."

Daemon flashed a wicked smile, surged forward, and slammed his shoulder into its chest with a swift, forceful blow.

The White Walker tried to retreat, but its ice spear was caught against the