Brandon the Night's King was indeed a remarkable talent. Following clues in the First King's story, and finding the White Walker Queen whose "skin was pale as the moon, whose eyes were like blue stars... whose skin was cold as ice," he had reached the pinnacle of ice magic.
"Whatever you do, the Long Night is coming." The Night's King Brandon lowered the Frostsword. White, freezing mist suddenly rose from his body, which seemed condensed from solid ice, and then slowly dissipated.
"Gendry the Liberator, I look forward to fighting you."
Chapter 512: The Wights spread
"We saved Winterfell, but it looks like we won't be able to save First Men Barrowton." Gendry surveyed the tombs of House Stark around him, the ancient granite pillars and beams, and the equally ancient statues of kings and direwolves.
Using Lady Justice's azure light as a torch, Gendry confirmed that nothing around them was amiss.
The traces of ice magic vanished completely as the Night's King dissolved, without disturbing these dead ghosts.
Gendry felt that his plan had been half a success and half a failure.
They spoke of saving Winterfell, but it was also because of Brandon the Night's King's special identity that he had not spread ice magic through the crypts.
The thought of all Winterfell's ancient kings and dukes rising from the dead was exceptionally terrifying.
The Starks had conquered the North through one war after another. These great nobles had all trained their bodies.
Cregan, the Old Man of the North, the Restless Athos, the Hungry Wolf Theon, and others. Most had been physically powerful, resolute, and strong, the most fearsome warriors in the North in their day.
Brandon the Night's King still retained some regard for House Stark, but he would show no mercy to the First King's