"Long live the king!"
"Long live the king!"
"For King Gendry."
The northern soldiers raised the Golden and Grey-White Banners high, roaring as they charged into the Golden Tooth, a city they had once considered impregnable.
Once the gates of the Golden Tooth were open, the northern soldiers had a considerable numerical advantage. Neither their cavalry nor their infantry had suffered heavy losses.
The magic dragons circled above the Golden Tooth as Gendry watched the course of the battle change.
Gendry saw Nymeria's wolf pack howl and surge into the Golden Tooth like a tide, followed by the army of the Northmen.
Had Arya entered another wolf dream? Gendry wondered curiously.
Almost every child in this generation of House Stark was an SSR-tier warg. The concentration was far too high.
Apart from Sansa, Robb was fairly ordinary, while the other four-Bran, Arya, Rickon, and Jon-had astonishingly high innate talent.
"Magic came from blood and fire, from bloodlines and faith." Gendry recalled his own explorations.
Pyromancers, water wizards, skinchangers, weather magic, prophets, dreamwalkers, puppeteers, resurrection.
The magic currently found in the Known World came either from bloodlines or from faith.
The bloodlines could be divided into the First Men bloodline, the Golden Empire bloodline, the Valyrian Dragonlord bloodline, and the Rhoynar bloodline.
Faith meant belief in various gods: the Old Gods, the Drowned God and the Storm God, Mother Rhoyne, and the Red God R'hllor.
The two overlapped in many ways, such as those with First Men blood who worshipped the Old Gods, and those with Rhoynar blood who worshipped Mother Rhoyne.
The Valyrian Dragonlords were the most unruly, as well as the most arrogant and domineering. They had no faith, only mastery of magic dragons and blood and fire magic. Since they had never lost, they could naturally stand alongside