"The Shadow Tower beside the Wall and the sea are both undefended. Once the cold night comes and the seawater freezes, the Night's King will bring the tide of wights in."
"One ice, one fire, an endless cycle," the Red Priestess murmured.
"Doctor Marwyn, I need your wisdom. Look through the books for accounts of those ancient battles between ice and fire."
"It would be my honor, Your Grace," Marwyn said.
All the important matters had been discussed. In truth, it hardly counted as a discussion: the king had his own will and was merely taking everyone's ideas into account.
Prestige came from charisma and victory-unrivaled prestige.
After a short rest, Gendry planned to head to the middle of the lake to meet the Green Men.
To the east, Gods Eye had originally looked like an expanse of blue struck out by the sun, occupying half the world. But now snow was falling, giving it a different kind of beauty.
Magic dragons flew through the sky, and Balerion was above the Isle of Faces.
This was not the first time a dragon knight had come. The Bastard dragon knight Addam had supposedly come here before to receive guidance from the Green Men.
The Isle of Faces was thick with weirwoods, each tree bearing a face.
"Gendry I of House Liberator has come to meet the Green Men." The magic dragon roared as he circled low, and Gendry's voice rang out like steel.
Enormous weirwoods blotted out the sky everywhere. Their bark was bone-white, their leaves deep red, like a thousand bloodstained palms, and their faces looked terrifying.
The weirwoods grew chaotically from trunk to crown, like a crowd of giants or ugly monsters huddled together in the cold wind.
People in the south were deeply wary of this place, and