"Yes." The messenger in gray-brown clothes nodded. "Traces of White Walkers and wights appeared at the docks, throwing them into chaos. We only suppressed it at a tremendous cost in lives. The Water Dancers, garrison, and sailors all suffered heavy casualties."
Even with these expectations and the warning from Westeros, fighting off attacks at individual points was truly close combat, and the human losses were too great.
"The casualty figures-as long as the docks hold."
"What about elsewhere?"
"Elsewhere is safe for now, except on the Isle of the Gods, where the followers of the Red God and the Church of Starry Wisdom have started fighting."
"Those fools," the Sealord could not help cursing.
"The Dragon King. I need the help of the Liberator, the Dragon King." The Sealord looked at the devastated Purple Harbor, where large numbers of sailors had been killed and were burning in the flames.
Many ships had also been damaged, caught up in the war.
Fighting between people caused too much damage. At a time like this, only the magic dragons could attack on all fronts.
Compensating the victims, actively preparing for war, and strengthening defenses were all measures for later. Right now, he had to gather Braavos's leading figures quickly.
"I must convene a meeting to discuss how to weather this crisis."
Beyond Braavos, war had also broken out in other regions.
The Bloody Gate in the Vale.
Lorath.
And the land of the Ibbenese. Now the Long Night showed no sign of ending, and traces of White Walkers were everywhere.
Chapter 516: The war in the Long Night and humanity's advance and retreat
Year 301 of the Conquest Calendar, the second year since the Long Night arrived.
The Long Night spread ever farther, already reaching from the North to the Fingers.
Brandon