The True Dragon's Dream

Wildfire, obsidian bows and arrows, spears, daggers... With that, they seemed to have everything needed for both ranged and close combat. Yet before long, the quill in Gryn's hand suddenly came to a halt.

If he were the leader of the White Walkers and saw humans cutting through the wight army as easily as cheese... what would he do?

Would he have the wights equipped with ice armor, or raise ice shields against them?

Gryn tapped his fingers lightly on the desk. Out of caution, he had to prepare obsidian weapons capable of breaking ice armor in advance.

Obsidian axes, macuahuitls, and heavy bolts for dragon-hunting crossbows.

A war between the living and the dead was inevitable. To fight zombies, Lord Gryn had no choice but to race against time.

Thinking that, in order to defend against obsidian weapons, the White Walkers might have to expend vast amounts of magic to outfit each wight in their army with ice armor one by one, Lord Gryn's mood finally improved a little.

After all, everything came at a price. Putting ice armor on every wight was no easy feat. Thus, what one side lost... the other gained!

However, whether these many speculations were correct still had to be tested on the battlefield by the vanguard of the living's allied army—Stannis Baratheon. Gryn intended to increase his support for him somewhat, to demonstrate the generosity expected of the commander-in-chief of the living's allied army.

The next day, Gryn began inspecting Dragonstone with the Blue Cloaks.

Two days later, the Black Pearl carrying Gryn slowly departed.

The Vale, Eyrie.

In the study, Daenerys Targaryen gently set down her quill. She then carefully reread the letter she had just finished writing, and finally let out a relieved breath.

The Advisory Maester Council had