The White Walker also wailed in defiance before finally turning into icy water.
Only the Magic Dragons still surged wildly, burning the human corpses.
Balerion spewed billowing Dragonfire.
"Your Grace, are you all right?"
Many people came toward Gendry, the hero who had saved humanity, eager and rubbing their hands.
"Rosso, tell everyone to keep away from me. At least thirty paces," Gendry said, leaning on his warhammer.
Cold radiated from Gendry as he worked to dispel it. He was also afraid it would freeze those who approached him.
But everyone had seen that this savior, the great Dragon King, had moments of weakness too.
"His Grace commands you all to stay at least thirty paces back!" Rosso Brune and The Hound shouted.
Yet something still stirred.
Three people dressed as Braavosi mercenaries continued forward as though they had not heard the order.
Two of the Braavosi brandished daggers. An eerie chill emanated from the blue blades, exactly like ice magic.
The other mercenary suddenly slowed, stopping at the edge of the circle.
Time itself seemed to slow around them, as though it had stalled.
"Faceless Men?" Gendry paused, then noticed the assassins' Frost Ice Weapons.
He had to admit that their timing was excellent.
Gendry had battled the Night's King until even the great principles were ground away, and he was indeed very vulnerable now.
But that was relative. Gendry's strength was still beyond anything these assassins could challenge.
Gendry did not move. He merely watched the approaching assassin quietly.
"Kill!" Delight filled the assassin's heart. Believing he was about to succeed, he paid no further attention to his lagging companion.
Just as the dagger neared Gendry's cheek, Gendry acted, abruptly rising to his feet.
Startled, the assassin began stabbing at Gendry with his dagger, seemingly shocked that the