Only once everyone's attention had been captured by the awe-inspiring sight did King Ghidorah unleash the three breaths she had been gathering. Charging them had made all three more powerful than usual, and she directed them at a low peak not far from the camp.
The Golden Ray silently sheared the summit clean off the little mountain. Several feet of rock had stood there, yet it vanished without a trace in the golden light. The exposed surface was covered in a glassy substance as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the faint, differently colored light on either side.
The crimson dragonfire burned half the mountainside into molten rock. Red lava flowed down the slope, instantly vaporizing the snow in its path into white steam with a sizzling hiss.
The smell of burning and sulfur filled the air. A wave of heat rolled toward the camp, making even the distant Free Folk involuntarily retreat a few steps. When had these people from Beyond the Wall ever felt heat like this?
The Frost Breath, meanwhile, froze the ice and snow on the other half into crystals. Blue cold spread throughout the area, freezing the animals and Free Folk who had been living there where they stood.
Even the air there seemed to freeze solid, forming a glittering, icebound world. Its terrifying silence sent an even deeper chill through the Free Folk's hearts.
Amid the bitter winds and swirling snow Beyond the Wall, King Ghidorah's Frost Breath had grown stronger than ever before. Everything it touched froze instantly, and its range had expanded to several times what it had been.
It was far more terrifying than it had been in the warm south, as though the entire world here had become an extension of her power.
The Free Folk stared wide-eyed as the familiar