The Andal army, once unified and confident, now found themselves facing a lone warrior who moved faster than the eye could follow. Fear and panic spread among their ranks as they witnessed their comrades falling in rapid succession, their bodies sliced apart by Vlad's masterful swordplay.
Vlad's katana was an extension of himself, an instrument of vengeance and justice. It glinted in the sunlight, each strike accompanied by the distinctive sound of metal meeting flesh. The enemy soldiers were helpless against his relentless onslaught, their weapons unable to match the speed and skill of Vlad.
As the Andal soldiers witnessed the carnage unleashed by Vlad, their cries of desperation filled the air. "He is a demon!" they yelled, their voices trembling with fear and disbelief. The sight of Vlad's swift movements and relentless assault left them paralyzed with terror, as they realized they were facing a force beyond their comprehension.
Meanwhile, Vlad's fellow comrades, who had been watching the fight in awe, were inspired by his unparalleled skill and courage. They understood that they couldn't simply stand by and watch. Rallying their courage Jeorn yelled"
We must fight alongside Vlad! For the North." they joined the fight alongside Vlad, their hearts filled with determination to protect their land and stand by their leader.
Together, they fought as a unified force, their weapons clashing with those of the enemy soldiers.Vlad's presence and unmatched skill served as a beacon of hope and strength for his comrades. His every move inspired them to fight with unwavering resolve, matching his speed and precision in battle.
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, the combined efforts of Vlad and his comrades proved unstoppable. The enemy soldiers were overwhelmed by their coordinated assault, unable to withstand the relentless onslaught. With Vlad leading the charge, they pushed forward, driving the enemy back with each strike, and reclaiming their ground inch by inch.
The men of the North, who had once been unsure of their chances in this battle, now looked upon Vlad with newfound respect and admiration. They had witnessed the extraordinary power of their leader, the one they called "The demon." They understood that his prowess on the battlefield went beyond mere mortal abilities.
One of the last surviving captains of the Andal army stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes wide with disbelief and despair. He watched as Vlad, like a specter of death, effortlessly cut through one person after another, his blade moving with deadly precision. The captain couldn't comprehend the sheer skill and ferocity displayed by his opponent.
"What kind of monster have we provoked?" the captain muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mix of fear and awe. He had never witnessed such relentless power and merciless determination. The sight of Vlad's swift movements and the lifeless bodies left in his wake shook the captain to his core.
Desperation filled the air as the remaining soldiers, their spirits broken and their hopes dwindling, turned to their faith for salvation. Some dropped to their knees, clutching their holy symbols tightly, and began to pray fervently to the Faith of the Seven, seeking divine intervention in their darkest hour.
But the prayers went unanswered, and the silence that followed was deafening. The captain looked around, his eyes scanning the faces of his comrades, hoping for a glimmer of hope. Instead, he saw only the resigned expressions of soldiers who had come to accept their fate.
It was in that moment, as the captain observed the silent pleas for help and the continued slaughter, that he realized the harsh truth: there would be no divine intervention, no miracle to save them from the relentless onslaught. Only silence and death remained.
Tears welled up in the captain's eyes as he watched his men fall one by one, their lives extinguished without mercy. He felt the weight of their collective despair and understood that their prayers had been in vain. The once-united and confident army had been shattered, reduced to nothing more than helpless pawns in the face of an unstoppable force.Then he saw sword flash and everything went black.
By the time Vlad sheathed his katana, the enemy army lay defeated and countless others that lay scattered on the bloodstained ground, a testament to the merciless dance of death that had unfolded.
The last remaining remnants of Andal soldier's we're either injured too much to fight back or they were now broken and demoralized, their spirits crushed.
Vlad assessed the condition of his men, relieved to see that they were unharmed. He then issued a stern command, "Fetch the stakes and impale these Andal soldiers upon them. Let this serve as a warning."
Although the order caught some of his comrades by surprise, the sight was not entirely shocking to them. The Boltons, infamous for their cruel practices, had a reputation for flaying their enemies.
The order struck some of his comrades with surprise, their expressions reflecting a mixture of hesitation and concern. Aware of their apprehension, Vlad took a moment to address their doubts. "We have to send a message—a strong one. These Andals, driven by fanaticism, will not cease their aggression. Should they rally more Andal Warlords from their lands, our people will be exposed to further attacks."
His words resonated among the gathered warriors as they pondered the situation at hand. It became clear that a show of force was necessary—a brutal and unyielding act that would reverberate through the hearts of their enemies. Understanding the logic behind Vlad's strategy, his comrades reluctantly nodded in agreement, realizing the importance of striking fear into the hearts of the Andals and deterring future assaults.
With unified conviction, they set forth to carry out Vlad's command, recognizing the weight of their actions and the significance of their collective resolve. It was a grim reminder of the harsh realities of war and the sacrifices they were willing to make to safeguard their people and homeland.
By the time Theon and his army arrived, he had defeated Argos Sevenstar and quickly rushed to aid his friends, while what he saw did not shock him much.Since Vlad had told him about his powers or blessing, while his men were shocked as Lord Umber shouted"By old gods."
Everyone saw Vlad sitting cross-legged in the midst of a vast, open field. The sun beat down on his face, casting long shadows across the land. Behind him stood the remnants of the once mighty army of Andals, now reduced to lifeless figures, staked to the ground as a grim testament to Vlad's power.
The air hung heavy with the scent of blood and decay, a constant reminder of the price paid for disobedience.The sky above was an expanse of vibrant blue, seemingly indifferent to the carnage below. It was a stark contrast to the macabre scene that unfolded on the earth.
Jeorn Manderly, who was reporting everything to Theon.While other Lords close to him were in complete shock and some in fear and awe.
Vlad's eyes narrowed as he studied the defeated impaled Andals behind him. Some wore expressions of agony, frozen in eternal torment, while others bore faces twisted in terror. The sight of their once-mighty army reduced to such a pitiful state sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed it
While Theon having heard everything from Jeorn grinned at his friend, a twisted mixture of excitement and cruelty danced in his eyes and muttered"This will be a very powerful message indeed."
He understood the impact that Vlad's merciless display would have on their enemies and the Andals in Westeros.But Theon wanted more and saw an opportunity to instill fear in their hearts, to make them think twice before crossing into their lands again.
While he also wanted the Andals from Essos to feel the same fear and had plan, which he wanted discuss with Vlad.
Lord Bolton vowed not to anger this man, since he knew it would be the end of him and his house.
A soft breeze rustled through the field, causing the grass to sway gently. Vlad closed his eyes, momentarily blocking out the gruesome tableau behind him and on seeing Theon he walked towards him.
In the silence, he could almost hear the whispers some of still alive imapled soldiers, their voices carried by the wind, pleading for mercy or seeking vengeance.
But Vlad remained unmoved, unaffected by their pleas.Slowly, Vlad rose from his seated position, his commanding presence towering over the lifeless bodies.
As Vlad walked away from the field, leaving the army of Andals behind.
His message was clear: anyone who crosse North would meet the same fate as those staked in the field—a fate worse than death itself.
Crows and eagles, drawn by the scent of death, descended upon the battlefield. Their dark wings filled the sky as they circled above, cawing and screeching, ready to feast on the fallen warriors.
The crows, with their glossy black feathers, landed first, hopping from one lifeless body to another. They pecked at the eyes, tore at the flesh, and picked clean the bones, their sharp beaks leaving behind only remnants of what was once human. Their raucous cries echoed through the field, a macabre symphony of death.