Blackfish Dies at the Trident, House Tully Falls, One of the Seven Great Houses Perishes

One side crushed the other like rotten wood, while the other collapsed in defeat.

This was the brutal reality unfolding before them.

From the moment the horn sounded for the full army's charge,

the disintegrating Riverlands army became a raging tide, smashing into the already-broken dam of the West Riverlands and Vale coalition.

There was no resistance.

Only a total rout backward.

Tens of thousands of Riverlands soldiers, hungry for glory and blood, pursued them relentlessly.

Their roars merged into a proclamation of death.

Anyone too slow or wounded was killed on the spot.

The fleeing infantry were cut down one after another by the rampaging Riverlands cavalry, like ripe wheat beneath a sickle.

The army of slaughter displayed its craft beneath the daylight.

The nobles, stripped of all courage, spurred their horses into a mad gallop, not even daring to look back.

The screams behind them were the only sound accompanying their flight.

Some West Riverlands knights tried to restrain the routed soldiers and reform their ranks.

But seeing the fleeing nobles and the vast sea of tens of thousands before them, the soldiers had long since lost any courage to resist.

They refused the knights' orders, threw down their swords, stripped off their armor, knelt on the ground, prayed to the gods, and surrendered to their Riverlands compatriots.

They begged for the faintest sliver of survival.

The butchers' rolling tide of slaughter swept onward, yet when it met these West Riverlands soldiers seated on the ground in prayer and surrender, it passed them by.

The massacre did not slowly come to an end until night fell.

Suleiman dispatched two parties.

Bryn went after Brynden Tully. He had extensive experience tracking people through forests and mountains.

Rosso Brune led men to hunt down the fleeing Vale nobles.

By nightfall,