Snowflakes drifted, and dragonfire raged.
The magic dragon roared in the sky. It was Balerion's roar, followed by the ice dragon slowly vanishing within the black-and-red dragonfire.
Cold mist slowly began to blossom from the ice dragon's translucent body as it melted bit by bit, wreathed in an ethereal haze.
The magic dragon still held far too great an advantage over the ice dragon. After all, the magic dragon was a real creature of blood and fire, while the ice dragon was merely translucent magic formed from crystallized ice magic.
Balerion's dragonfire swept across the earth, its heat lending everything an unreal quality as even the air twisted.
On the battlefield in the Riverlands, amid the White Walkers' shrieks that sounded like a frozen lake cracking, the wights pressed forward in a line, surging like a tide.
Before their deaths, they might have been Freys, descendants of the First King, or Arryns. But now they were all servants of the Night's King.
The human legions first unleashed a wave of wildfire attacks. Green flames melted across the ground, and the wights they touched quickly caught fire.
But wildfire was limited in quantity, after all. Once the burning had done enough, close combat began again.
Golden battle standards waved in the air, and the trumpeters sounded the charge.
Golden Four-Part Banners danced on bamboo poles or long spears. They were the most numerous banners on the battlefield, outnumbering the Running Wolf banners, Trout banners, Rose banners, Falcon banners, and others.
"Ooooooh!"
"Long live humanity!"
"Long live King Gendry!"
This was a war for all humanity. Never in human history had so many different armies come together.
The cavalry were the razors of the human army.
The Storm Cavalry led, followed by selected cavalrymen from the Wolf Pack Legion, the Second Sons