Time seemed to freeze atop the walls of Castle Black.
Every man of the Night's Watch clung to the battlements, eyes bulging, their hearts seeming to forget how to beat.
What had just happened?
Beyond the walls, the white sea of death formed from endless corpses had simply gone still.
Then a sight that terrified every living soul unfolded!
"Crack..."
The wight closest to the Night's King stiffly twisted its neck.
Its hollow eye sockets no longer faced the Wall. Instead... they slowly turned toward the supreme king behind it!
"Crack... crack, crack!"
It was as though a command had triggered a chain reaction throughout the army of the dead!
The second, the third, the ten-thousandth!
Thousands upon thousands of wights, an army without end, turned in perfect unison, as though controlled by an invisible hand!
Countless pairs of eyes burning with eerie blue flames fixed as one on their sole creator, their absolute master-the Night's King!
"God... gods..."
On the wall, an old man of the Night's Watch buckled at the knees and dropped to the ground, trembling like a leaf.
The sight before them surpassed everything they had ever imagined about fear!
Miranda's knuckles whitened around her longbow, her palms already soaked in cold sweat.
She stared, transfixed, at the man standing before the countless wights.
Just one snap of his fingers!
With a single snap, he had made this world-destroying scourge of the dead switch sides on the battlefield!
This was no mortal power.
This was a god!
A true god... walking among men!
Meanwhile, at the very front of the sea of death...
The Night's King sat astride his Undead Warhorse. For the first time, an emotion called bewilderment appeared on his frozen face, unchanged for ten thousand years.
He could not understand.
Eight thousand years