A Mysterious Smile (Shu)

After the deafening explosion, as the chaotic blast wave gradually subsided, and as the blinding golden light slowly dissipated, once the eyes of the onlookers, which had been nearly blinded, finally recovered, those Kings, Lords, Nobles, and Soldiers on the north wall of Winterfell, who had been fighting fiercely and were now taking a moment to rest, were astonished to discover:

In the distance, not far outside the north gate of Winterfell, at the location where the Knight Garen stood, the terrifying explosion had created a shallow snow crater radiating outward from the point of light… Within the massive snow crater, the thick snow, which had been knee-deep, seemed to have melted away, revealing the dark, fertile soil of the North…

Across a wide area visible from the crater, countless White Walkers were no longer standing. Instead, they had transformed into actual corpses and bone fragments, all falling outward in unison from where they had stood, motionless, clearly dead.

Of course, besides that, in the middle of the shallow crater, besides the Knight Garen, still emanating a faint golden light, stood the massive, ferocious corpse of a White Walker Dragon, fallen in a grotesque pose, unmoving.

Yes, "corpse" was an accurate description!

Because…

This creature, which had once swaggered above Winterfell, cruelly spewing flames of darkness, cold, and death, this monster that had unscrupulously slaughtered at least three to five thousand defenders with its flight capabilities, was now even more mangled. Its wing membranes were completely gone, and its body was almost entirely devoid of flesh, leaving only a huge, tangled, broken skeleton dangling in the massive mud pit blasted open by the golden light.

Just by looking, the defenders on the wall knew that even if it wasn't dead, it certainly couldn't fly or breathe fire anymore.

"..."

"Crash!!"