The sky in the night, the azure sea, the swirling snow, the white mist in the distance.
The vast North was dominated by black, white, and blue, three colors that represented cold and deathly stillness.
White mist hazily shrouded the ice nearby, and the wight horde, as dense as a forest, was still visible.
The tightly packed dead had received the White Walkers' command and all halted where they stood, waiting for the second attack.
Gendry gazed at Seal Bay's frozen sea, like a blue mirror. It was the most beautiful seascape he had ever encountered, entirely different from Blackwater Bay.
Ice and drifting snow stretched for countless miles, turning heaven and earth the same color.
The sea was covered in azure ice crystals and frost flowers, pure and flawless, yet radiating cold.
The earliest patches of pancake ice had resembled full moons, then rapidly turned into ice slopes and ridges.
With snow falling constantly and white mist slowly gathering, it had taken little time for the sea to don a heavy suit of ice armor.
The cold had advanced downward from the surface, like a spear of ice hurled into the sea, rapidly turning its surface into thick blue and gray-white ice.
There were also fish, whales, octopuses, and shellfish frozen in the ice below. This sea had not frozen slowly, but rapidly after the white mist arrived.
Gendry had thought Gods Eye was immense, but the frozen blue ocean was truly boundless, rendering Gods Eye insignificant.
"It's still not over, Your Grace?" Greatjon Umber asked, shaking the snow off his body. Muscular all over, he was a giant of a man, around seven feet tall.
"No." There were no snowflakes on Gendry, and the great white cloak he wore made him look bulky as well.
His gleaming golden