"Load!"
"Fire!"
Buzzzzz—
Clay jars filled with Wildfire soared into the air, cutting through the dark night sky glowing with green light.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Following Captain Stark's roar, the jars of Wildfire, carrying humanity's blazing fury, smashed fiercely into the torrent of Wights.
The jars burst apart with a thunderous crash, and surging green flames swept outward, spreading wildly as they frenziedly burned the endless Wight army.
Below.
Gryn swung down from his horse and stepped onto the stone stairs, while Ser Brienne led the Kingsguard close behind.
"Damn it! Hurry! Load them! Hurry!"
"Archers! Take position!"
Soldiers rushed about or worked in frantic clusters all across the walls. Gryn did not slow, striding toward the direction of the massive Direwolf banner hanging high overhead. "King Gryn."
Lord Eddard, his face taut as he commanded the defenses, spotted the king and his party. He stepped down from the wooden platform and immediately went to greet them.
The Direwolf's cold gray eyes concealed his concern. Gryn managed a faint smile. "You've worked hard, Lord Ned."
Patting Eddard's arm, his gaze shifted toward the Night's Watch position being swallowed by Wights. "Honor does not die."
"Honor does not die." Ned moved to the king's side, and together they looked toward that dark expanse.
"Come. The war has only just begun."
Blue and gray cloaks whipped wildly in the wind as the king and the Lord of Winterfell walked shoulder to shoulder toward the highest platform with the broadest view.
Behind them, the wind and snow still raged.
"Come with me. Let's go see the king and the others."
As Princess Arianne mounted her horse, her Sand Snake sisters and the Martell guards also leapt into their saddles.
Clop, clop, clop...
The gale swept up goose-feather snowflakes as Obara Sand urged her