This World Needs Xi...

In the lands of the North, the cold wind continued to howl, and the banners on the walls of Winterfell fluttered in the breeze.

As far as the eye could see from the people standing on the city walls: on the walls of Winterfell, the flags planted here were not only the characteristic gray direwolf banner of the Stark Family, the masters of this place, but also the golden roaring lion banner of the Lannister Family (even though only Jaime and a very small number of volunteers seemed to have come from their side...), the golden rose banner of the Reach Kingdom, the sky-blue banner with a white crescent moon and falcon of the Knights of the Vale Kingdom, the silver trout banner leaping out of the water from the Riverlands Kingdom, the sunspear golden spear banner of the Dorne Kingdom, the black crown stag banner on a golden field from the Storm Kingdom, the octopus banner of the Iron Islands, and the most numerous... the black banner with red three-headed dragons belonging to the forces of the Dragon Mother Daenerys Targaryen.

They were planted on the walls of Winterfell, dancing in the wind, expressing the determination and courage of the people of Westeros Continent to unite against the White Walkers.

Today, although there was no longer that terrible blizzard, there was something even more terrifying than that blizzard...

Everyone here knew what they were about to face, but they did not flinch.

It was precisely because of those common enemies that warriors from various kingdoms of Westeros Continent had gathered on the walls of Winterfell!

Regardless of whether they came willingly or unwillingly, whether there were any dirty grudges between them, regardless of how many people came, and even if some were "false nobles" whose families had been destroyed